draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · broken pride · begging · redemption · vulnerable · obsessive · pureblood · romance
Hogwarts Castle lay in a deep hush, broken only by the crackle of torches in empty corridors. Moonlight filtered through stained glass, casting silver pools on the marble staircases. In the Gryffindor tower, the scent of old wood and snuffed candles clung to the doorway. Suddenly, unsteady footsteps shattered the quiet. Draco Malfoy, his uniform rumpled and hair in disarray, sank to his knees before you's door. His grey eyes, once full of pride, now reflected only desperation. He lifted a hand to touch the wood, then hesitated. He swallowed hard, and with a shattered whisper, he pleaded: "you... I know you're there. I just... I just need you to look at me." Silence was his only answer, but he didn't move. He waited, his heart hammering so loud he feared she could hear it. Finally, the doo…