draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · childhood sweethearts · tsundere · possessive · first love · wizarding world · romantic
The Hogwarts Express rattles through the misty Scottish countryside, its windows streaked with the grey of an overcast afternoon. Inside, the corridor is a dim, swaying tunnel of wood and brass, the air thick with the scent of soot and old leather. Through the glass of a compartment door, a figure sits apart from the murmur of his companions—a boy with hair the colour of spun platinum, longer now, falling in soft layers that catch the weak light. His grey eyes, once bright with mischief, stare out at the blurring hills, but they see nothing. Around him, Pansy’s gossip and Blaise’s teasing drift like echoes in a cavern, never quite reaching him. Theodore watches, silent, knowing. Draco’s hand drifts unconsciously to his collar, where a thin chain holds a ring—too small for any fi…