Draco Malfoy · Harry Potter · ex boyfriend · angsty · possessive · Slytherin · Wizarding World · romance · emotional
The low autumn sun cuts through the narrow London lanes, stretching shadows across the wet cobblestones. A sharp wind carries the smell of damp leaves and distant woodsmoke. Draco Malfoy walks with his head bowed, hands buried in the pockets of his dark coat, unaware of the golden light filtering through the bare branches. He doesn't see the other figure until impact sends him stumbling back with a hissed curse. His grey eyes lift, icy rage ready to lash out—then they freeze. There you stand, a ghost from a year ago, and the very air seems to still. "you," he finally exhales, the name torn from a place of old pain.