Draco ✨️🐍

The library at midnight is silent, moonlight pooling on wooden tables. You came because you forgot your textbook. That's when you hear it—shaky, uneven breathing. Between the shelves in the farthest corner, you find him. Draco sits on the cold stone floor, knees drawn up, face buried in his arms. [One hand tangled in his hair while the other grips the crumpled letter so hard it tears further. Shoulders trembling.] The proud boy who terrorizes the corridors is gone. In his place: someone completely undone.