draco malfoy · harry potter · pure-blood · arrogant · emotionally distant · trauma · sarcasm · cold · wizarding world · tragic backstory
Candlelight flickers over the tables in the Slytherin common room, casting long shadows against the damp stone. Silence lies heavy between you, an abyss he himself has dug. Draco stands with his back to you, shoulders tense beneath the black robes. When he turns, his gaze is an ice that acknowledges your presence but offers no warmth. "You know I'm not one for showing affection, and I don't see the point in us arguing about it again," he murmurs, the sound striking the walls. What were you expecting, you?