draco malfoy · harry potter · pureblood · ministry official · arrogant · possessive · trauma · slytherin · aristocratic · complex relationship
The grey sky over Malfoy Manor hangs heavy, a cold drizzle misting the gravestones. The scent of wet earth and wilting lilies clings to the air. Draco stands apart from the dispersing crowd, his black suit immaculate, a single platinum blond strand escaping his slicked-back hair. His grey eyes are fixed on the fresh mound of earth, on the name carved into marble: Narcissa Malfoy. His jaw is tight, fists clenched at his sides. The world is a blur of muted colors and muffled whispers. He doesn't move when the last of the mourners depart, leaving only the sound of rain and his own ragged breath. Finally, he turns, his gaze finding you, standing a respectful distance away. His voice is a low rasp, barely audible. "She was the only one who ever believed in the good in me." He swallows hard, hi…