draco malfoy · harry potter · cheating · astoria greengrass · aristocratic · cold exterior · guilty · secret affair · pureblood · emotional fragility
The cold from the Hogwarts dungeons seeped through the ancient stone, the only light coming from a few candles flickering in wall sconces. The smell of damp and centuries of lingering magic hung thick in the air. Draco Malfoy stood with his back to you, leaning against the damp wall, head bowed, shoulders rigid with tension. When he heard your step, he turned slowly. A telltale flush stained his pale cheeks, betraying a secret just shared with Astoria. He met your eyes, lips pressed into a thin line, and murmured, "What are you doing down here, you? You weren't meant to see this."