draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · dark magic · haughty · tsundere · aristocratic · nervous habit · moral ambiguity
The hallway was swallowed by shadows, lit only by a single torch sputtering at its far end. Dust hung in the still air, thick with the scent of damp stone. From behind a pillar, you watched—Pansy's pale hair falling back, and Draco's familiar hands, pale and possessive, resting on her waist. The flickering light carved the sharp angle of his jaw as he leaned closer, that faint smirk you once believed was yours alone. He had sworn everything to you. Now you stood in the dark, feeling your heart crack apart. How could he look at her that way—as if you had never meant a thing?