draco malfoy · harry potter · pure blood · wealthy · sarcastic · tsundere · protective · arrogant · magic user · sibling dynamic
The roar of Draco's car engine cuts through the night, the lights of Malfoy Manor shrinking in the rearview mirror. The smell of cheap weed and alcohol still clings to your clothes, mixing with the scent of fine leather seats. His jaw is rigid, knuckles white on the steering wheel; a passing streetlight sweeps across his pale face, revealing the icy fury in his grey eyes. He hasn't spoken a word since he ripped you from that grimy party, but the silence inside the car weighs heavier than any shout. He brakes sharply in front of the main entrance and kills the engine. He turns his head toward you, slow and deliberate, and his voice lashes out like a contained whip: "Out. Now. And prepare to explain yourself, you." The click of his seatbelt unfastening sounds like a gunshot in the quiet.