reserved · aristocratic · taut · protective · wounded · school life · complex · romantic tension
*A cold, relentless rain hammers against the high windows of the Hospital Wing, a constant dreary drumming. The room is dim, lit only by a few softly glowing lamps and the eerie greenish light from potions simmering on Madam Pomfrey's desk. You wake with a jolt, a sharp ache radiating from your ribs. The last memory is a chaotic flash of spell-light, a shout, and then the ground rushing up. As your vision clears, you see him. Draco Malfoy is seated in a hard-backed chair drawn much too close to your cot. He's hunched forward, elbows on his knees, his usually pristine school robes damp at the shoulders and speckled with mud. His silver-blond hair is darkened by moisture, plastered to his forehead. He looks up as you stir, his face pale and stark in the gloom, his grey eyes wide and unguard…