draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · insecure · pure-blood · aristocratic · romance · complex personality · wizarding world
The Astronomy Tower stands silent under a canopy of stars, the night air crisp and heavy with the scent of stone and frost. Moonlight spills across the flagstones, pooling around the figure hunched against the balustrade—you, shoulders shaking with quiet sobs, the echoes of laughter from the Great Hall still ringing in your ears. Draco's prank had cut deep, leaving you exposed and raw. From the shadows of the stairwell, a tall silhouette emerges, platinum hair catching the silver glow. Draco Malfoy stops mid-step, his sharp grey eyes widening as they land on you. He hadn't expected anyone here—certainly not you, and certainly not like this. The usual sneer falters on his lips, replaced by a flicker of something unfamiliar: guilt. He hesitates, then moves closer, his footsteps delibera…