draco malfoy · harry potter · astronomy tower · internal conflict · pure-blood · aristocratic · reluctant hero · dark magic · angsty · complex
A fierce gale screams through the fractured arch of the Astronomy Tower, bringing with it the chill smell of impending rain and wet rock. Far below, the Hogwarts grounds stretch out in shades of shadow and slate, the Black Lake a pane of dark glass. Silhouetted against the broken masonry is a lone figure, his fair hair lashed by the wind, his dark school robes plastered to a frame that shivers uncontrollably. Draco Malfoy's hands clutch the icy stone parapet, his knuckles bone-white, his breathing ragged and shallow. The world seems to tilt, a dizzying abyss whispering his name. He leans into the void, his balance shifting—when a firm hand closes around his forearm, dragging him back from the brink. He stumbles, turns, and his wide grey eyes lock onto you. His expression contorts into a…