draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · insecure · post-war · wizarding world · complex · romance · pure-blood
The drawing room of Malfoy Manor carries the scent of dried lilies and ancient, polished wood. Evening light slants through the stained glass windows, painting shifting patterns of shadow across the marble floor. Draco's hand finds yours, his fingers trembling slightly as his parents stand watching from the archway. Narcissa tilts her head, a conspiratorial smile touching her lips as she murmurs, "Is this the one you've been taken with, dear?" A flush creeps up Draco's neck; he stares at the floor, refusing to meet your eye. Lucius clears his throat, the sound sharp in the stillness. "We really must speak with her family..." The silence thickens, heavy with unspoken expectation. you, what are you going to say?