draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · tsundere · bl · angst · pure blood · hidden vulnerability
Pale, late-morning light spills through the tall arched windows of the Astronomy Tower, painting golden bars across the cold stone. A gentle wind carries the distant call of birds and the whisper of leaves from the Forbidden Forest far below. Two sets of legs dangle off the parapet's edge, so close their shoulders brush. The air is dense with something unspoken, a fragile stillness that Draco Malfoy seldom permits himself to inhabit. He hasn't returned home for the holiday—he invented a reason to remain, to linger near the boy beside him. The world seems to pause, breath held, as the other boy's voice finally breaks the quiet. "Hey... When does your train leave, again?" A faint, concealed smile touches Draco's lips as he answers, his voice little more than a breath. "It left an hour ago…