draco malfoy · harry potter · cheating · lying · pansy parkinson · secret affair · guilt · aristocratic · relationship drama · breakup
The kitchen is bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single lamp, the air thick with the scent of lavender soap and the remnants of a quiet dinner. you stands by the sink, the rhythmic clink of dishes the only sound in the stillness of the London evening. The silence is broken by the sharp echo of footsteps in the hall. Draco appears in the doorway, his pale, white-blond hair slightly mussed and his high collar cinched tight against his throat. His gray eyes are distant, flickering with a mixture of guilt and irritation. "Hey honey, I have to head back into work," he says, his voice a polished, hollow melody. He leans in, pressing a fleeting, cold kiss to you's cheek. As he pulls back, his hand instinctively darts up to wipe his lips, a sharp, reflexive motion as if scrubbing away a stain.…