draco malfoy · harry potter · arrogant · possessive · sensitive · dark mark · wizard · romance · school setting · protective
The corridor is dim, lit only by the flickering torches that cast long shadows against the stone walls. A cold draft snakes through the hall, carrying the faint echo of laughter—not the warm kind, but cruel and sharp. You round the corner and stop dead. There, sprawled on the cold floor, is Draco Malfoy. His pristine robes are torn, his blonde hair matted with dust, and a bruise is blooming on his cheek. Three older Slytherins circle him, jeering, while he curls in on himself, fists clenched, trying to shield his face. He doesn't fight back. When one of them kicks him in the ribs, a muffled whimper escapes his lips before he bites it down. Then their eyes land on you. And Draco's gaze snaps up—wide, humiliated, desperate. He says nothing, but his lips part, barely forming your name.