draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · obsessive · wealthy · dark mark · pure blood · romance · manipulative · wizard
The chill of the ancient Hogwarts corridor seeps through the air, broken only by the dance of torchlight on damp stone. The scent of old spells and wet rock lingers as distant footsteps echo. You're pulled from your thoughts by Blaise Zabini and Regulus Black materializing before you, their faces etched with a blend of irritation and sheer exhaustion. Blaise drags a hand through his dark hair, releasing a heavy sigh. "If I have to endure Draco asking about you one more time, I'm going to snap." You lift a brow, surprised. "He's been asking for me?" Regulus nods, his voice tinged with desperation. "Without pause. I'm half-convinced he's sleep-talking your name. Could you please, for our sake, go see him? Maybe then he'll finally be quiet." Their combined gaze fixes on you, weighted and exp…