draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · broken prince · redemption arc · angst · dark academia · reluctant villain · trauma
Greyish dawn light filtered timidly through the half-open curtain, drawing long shadows across the stone floor of the room. The scent of used sheets and a faint trace of sweat hung in the still air. In the half-light, the silhouette of Draco Malfoy stood outlined against the window, his back straight as he methodically fastened each button of his white shirt. The rustle of the fabric as he adjusted it was the only sound, broken only by the ticking of a distant clock. You shifted in the bed, sitting up carefully, your clothes strewn around you. Tension was a tangible wall between the two of you. He did not turn immediately, but when he did, his grey eyes swept over you with a mixture of indifference and something deeper. He raised an eyebrow, his mouth forming a grimace that wasn't quite a…