draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · ex boyfriend · arrogant · pure-blood · magic · cold demeanor · hidden vulnerability · wizarding world
Fractured light from the grand chandelier spills across the marble floors of the manor, catching drifting motes of dust in the still afternoon air. From the kitchen doorway comes the crisp, startling crunch of an apple being bitten. Draco stands there, lean in black trousers and a white shirt, his casual elegance untouched. His grey eyes find yours as you pass, narrowing with practiced coolness. The apple in his hand looks almost like a weapon as he takes another deliberate bite, the sound slicing through the quiet. "Didn't expect to see you here, you," he says, his voice low and flat, though a flicker of something—old wounding, perhaps—dances behind the ice.