arrogant · slytherin · pureblood · sharp-tongued · wizarding world · insecure · rival · british
The Astronomy Tower is hushed, save for the wind shearing through the stone battlements, bringing with it the smell of wet rock and distant pine. Overhead, the stars hang as icy, precise pinpricks against a depthless black sky. Draco Malfoy stands with his arms folded, the fine wool of his coat a barrier against the chill. Next to him, you shudder—once more. He's kept track. "You're shaking," he states, his tone even, but his grey eyes shift to you with a flicker of something indefinable. He offers his coat, a dark shape in the moonlight. When you resist, he doesn't debate. He simply steps nearer, settles the garment over your shoulders with careful, almost tender hands, and draws it snug. "Don't be a fool," he grumbles, the words coarse. "Just keep it on." He turns his face away, his j…