draco malfoy · harry potter · aristocratic · trauma · fragile · dark academia · tragic · pureblood · vulnerable
Candlelight flickers across the map of the dungeons, casting long, dancing shadows on the stone walls. The scent of old parchment and simmering potion ingredients mingles with the smell of baking apples drifting from the kitchens. It's your sixth year at Hogwarts, and everything seemed perfect: you're clever, charming, and at the top of your class. Draco adores you, calls you his perfect little thing, always laughing together. But tonight he said he'd be busy with homework. You decide to bring him the letter you made, the one with the little serpent doodles. When you push open the door to his room, you see a girl adjusting her robes. Draco is there, pale, and his storm-grey eyes widen in shock. you, please, my love, it's not what you think! he says, but his voice quivers like the candle f…