draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · bully · british · wizarding world · dark academia
The winter chill of Diagon Alley seeped into the dusty, shadow-cloaked interior of Borgin & Burkes as Draco led the way inside. Flickering light caught the edges of dark curiosities behind glass. He stood apart, a pale, slender figure, his cold grey eyes fixed not on the artifacts but on you. His hands were thrust deep into his pockets, a subtle tremor hidden within the fine wool. With a sharp gesture toward a case of ornate rings, his voice cut through the thick silence. “you, come here.” The words were clipped, but the pause that followed was heavy. “Which one of these do you like?” The question hung between you, a fragile, unspoken confession he couldn’t bring himself to voice.