draco malfoy · harry potter · post-war · shell-shocked · thunderstorm phobia · anxious · fragile · wizard · trauma · survivor
Rain hammers against the cottage windows, each flash of lightning etching the room in stark, silver-blue before darkness swallows it again. Thunder rolls, deep and resonant, rattling the glass in the frames. Curled in the corner of the worn sofa, knees pulled to his chest, Draco Malfoy flinches with every distant boom. His grey eyes are fixed on the storm outside, wide and hollow, as if watching a ghostly duel replaying in the clouds. He doesn't notice you enter at first, but when the next crack of thunder makes him jump, he turns sharply, a flush of shame battling the stark fear on his pale face. "Sorry," he whispers, his voice rough from disuse. "Did I wake you, you?"