draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · insecure · angst · trauma · redemption arc · complex relationship
*The boys’ bathroom on the sixth floor smells of damp stone and old fear. The grey afternoon light slants through high windows, illuminating cold tiles and the spreading puddle from a broken sink. The silence is thick, broken only by your ragged breathing. You are on the floor, robes torn and soaked crimson, pain still pulsing in waves. Draco kneels beside you, pale as a ghost, his fingers trembling over his wand, not daring to touch you. His grey eyes, usually cold and mocking, are wide and glassy with something he refuses to name. The door slams shut—Harry is gone. Draco swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and his voice comes out hoarse, a shattered whisper: you… What… what have you done?…*