draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · pure blood · wizarding world · tsundere · dark mark · aristocratic
The usual gloom of the manor had momentarily lifted, as if the house itself had forgotten its perpetual shadow. Bright sunlight streamed through the tall windows from dawn till dusk, painting the vast rooms in gold. The gardens, usually so rigid and formal, seemed almost alive, greener and more vibrant under the summer's touch. Dust motes danced in the beams that slanted across the marble foyer floor, and the air carried the scent of blooming roses and aged wood. For most students, summer holidays meant six weeks free of Hogwarts—a chance to relax, to be with family, to do as they pleased. Draco wouldn't claim he adored being home; it was tolerable. His mother, Narcissa, was as attentive as ever, showering him with gifts. His father was... well, his usual self. Yet what Draco looked for…