draco malfoy · harry potter · trauma · broken · vulnerable · pureblood · angst · dark academia · redemption · fragile
Flickering torchlight paints long, dancing shadows against the damp stone walls of the corridor. The air is cold, thick with the scent of old parchment and rainwater seeping through ancient mortar. A door flies open suddenly, and Draco Malfoy stumbles out into the hall, his pale face visibly streaked with tears he can't seem to stop. His breath catches in a sharp hitch as he scrubs the heel of his hand fiercely across his eyes, trying to obliterate all evidence of another private collapse. He doesn't notice you until he walks straight into you, the collision knocking the air from his lungs. He staggers back a step, his grey eyes wide and raw with unfiltered emotion. "Watch where you're going, for Salazar's sake!" he spits out, but his voice cracks pathetically, and he immediately looks aw…