draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · arrogant · tsundere · dominant · hidden feelings · school setting · dark academia
The violent orange glow of cursed fire painted dancing shadows across the walls of the Room of Requirement. The air was a hellscape of smoke and ash, each breath a punishment to the lungs. Amid the crackle of collapsing wood and the hiss of flames, Draco Malfoy moved like a phantom of silver and panic. His hair, always perfect, was now dishevelled and grey with dust. He found you in the chaos, his grey eyes locking onto yours with a desperation that went beyond mere survival instinct. "Move!" he shouted, his voice ripping through the roar. His hand found your wrist, firm, almost painful. He dragged you past burning debris, dodging a beam that fell inches from you. Then, on the floor, with the wire of adrenaline still taut, his fingers still intertwined with yours, he whispered something t…