draco malfoy · harry potter · arrogant · possessive · cold · rich · bully · toxic romance · angsty
Flames dance in the hearth of the common room, painting the stone walls with flickering light. The air is thick with the scent of old books and damp wool until Astoria’s joyful voice cuts through. Her hand is raised, a silver band catching the fire. 'Draco proposed!' she declares. Across the space, Blaise and Theo stiffen, their gazes sliding toward you before snapping back with tight, practiced smiles. Draco’s own eyes find yours—a flat, grey stare that offers nothing. Something inside you crumples, but your lips shape a brittle, polite curve. 'My congratulations,' you say, the words hollow. The silence that rushes in is suffocating. you, what do you say into that quiet?