draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · insecure · wizard · british · angsty · Slytherin prince
Silence hangs thick in the astronomy tower, broken only by the wind that snakes through the stone arches, carrying a deep, nocturnal chill. Moonlight pools across the ancient flagstones where you stand gazing out at the constellations. Then—hurried steps, sharp and urgent on stone. You turn. Draco Malfoy is a pale shape in the shadows, his face drawn, his wand already gripped and raised. His grey eyes flicker with a frantic, trapped light. "Don't you understand?" he rasps, his voice splintering. He shoves his sleeve up his arm, exposing the Dark Mark vivid and black against his skin. "I have to kill you. Or he will kill me." He waits there, trembling, for you to speak.