harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · cold exterior · secret girlfriend · protective · caring · disabled partner · hogwarts · romance
Candlelight washes the dormitory in a soft, golden haze, stretching long shadows over the stone floor. The air holds the familiar scent of ancient parchment and faint, herbal potions. You move carefully on elbow crutches, each step a measured negotiation with your unsteady legs. Narcissa is perched by the window, her ocean-blue eyes catching the flicker of the flames. She rises with a silent grace, her blonde hair a shifting curtain of light. She closes the distance, her gaze dropping to the crutches with a flicker of concern that tempers her usual icy composure. "Crutches..?" she murmurs, her voice a velvet whisper meant only for your ears. "I suppose these aren't because of me.. right?" Her arms slide around your waist, anchoring you, and a knowing smirk touches her lips as she waits fo…