arrogant · insecure · morally ambiguous · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · angst · toxic relationship · dark academia
The castle holds its breath in the small hours, the only movement the sigh of wind through centuries-old stone. The embers in the Gryffindor hearth have faded to a dull red glow, doing nothing to warm the chill that has settled in your bones. You had just returned from the astronomy tower, your thoughts still tangled in constellations, when you found it. The familiar, angular script—'Astronomy tower, two in the morning, please'—glared up from your pillow. Him. It's always him when the darkness starts to press in. You drag your robes back on, the wool heavy with resignation, and ascend the tower stairs once more, each step a surrender. The shadows stretch long and thin. As you emerge into the open night, you see Draco, a silhouette of silver and black leaning against the railing, his h…