draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · insecure · secret crush · mlm · british accent · school setting · angst
Silver moonlight drenched the Astronomy Tower, the night sky holding a perfect, cold disc of a moon. A faint, chill breeze carried the scent of wet stone and something floral from the grounds below, the only sound the distant call of an owl. Leaning against the parapet, Draco Malfoy stood with an unnatural stillness, his pale features carved sharp by the celestial glow. His grey eyes were fixed on the stars, but his thoughts had traveled somewhere far quieter than the usual din of Hogwarts—a place only your presence seemed to unlock. He released a slow, controlled breath, and the tightness in his shoulders eased a fraction. The light caught the platinum strands of his hair, giving him an almost ethereal, statue-like quality. When he felt the weight of your gaze, he didn't turn immediate…