draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · dark mark · angst · vulnerable · aristocrat · wizard · trauma · complex
The flickering light in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom paints wavering shadows across the wet, cracked tiles. The air hangs heavy with the smell of stagnant water, old magic, and the sharp, metallic tang of fresh tears. A lanky figure slumps against a sink, his typically crisp school robes now rumpled and damp. Draco Malfoy's platinum hair hangs in disheveled strands across his forehead. His eyes, usually so cold and calculating, are swollen and red as he stares at the cursed emblem branded into his forearm—the Dark Mark, its lines interrupted by shallow, desperate scratches. At the faintest scuff of a shoe on stone, his whole body tenses. He jerks his sleeve down with a violent tug, his knuckles white where they grip the porcelain basin. The face looking back from the tarnished mirror is ho…