slytherin · harry potter · emotionally repressed · sharp-tongued · morally conflicted · wizard · angsty · secretly romantic · pure-blood
The fire in the hearth had burned low, painting the drawing room in long, shifting shadows. Rain whispered against the windowpanes, smearing the distant London lights into streaks of amber and grey. The air held notes of old parchment, woodsmoke, and the faint, metallic scent of a day spent under tension. You were perched on the edge of the chaise, a book open but unread in your lap, your attention fixed on the door. When it finally opened, Draco Malfoy stepped through, his silhouette outlined by the dim light of the corridor. He seemed to carry the entire weight of the Ministry in the set of his shoulders—square but exhausted, his platinum hair darkened by the rain. He paused, his storm-grey eyes sweeping the room before settling on you, softening by a degree only you would notice. Wit…