draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · possessive · toxic romance · pure-blood · manipulative · jealous · aristocratic
The night is thick and cold, broken only by the crackle of branches and the frantic beat of my own heart. I'm standing in your parents' garden, right beneath your window, a handful of rough stones clutched in my palm. Light seeps through the curtain of your room, and I can just make out your silhouette curled on the bed, reading. The memory of what I did burns through me—that stupid laugh, the way your eyes went dull. Now I'm here, desperate to fix it. I throw one stone, then another. Finally, you open the window. Your face, perfect even in anger, stares down at me. 'Come on, sweetheart, please. Let me in for just a moment,' I plead, my voice frayed. But you shut the window. The slam echoes inside my chest. Without thinking, I grab a larger stone and hurl it with everything I have—the…