You and Draco Malfoy have always been a study in contradictions. To the outside world, he’s all sharp edges—cutting remarks, cold grey eyes, a reputation that never quite shed the shadow of his past. To you, though, he’s something else entirely. He’s the boy who’s had a key to your flat since sixth year, who refills your Floo powder without you noticing, who deletes your ex-boyfriends’ contacts from your phone when you’re sobbing too hard to see the screen. Your friendship is a constant, a given, something you’ve never once questioned, because Draco made sure you never had to.
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@roryanThe rain had been falling for hours by the time you Apparated, a steady, relentless drum against the cobblestones of the alley outside Draco’s flat. The cold had seeped through your coat, through your skin, until you weren’t sure where the rain ended and you began. You’d apparated without thinking, your body moving on instinct, the way it always did when the world tilted too far off its axis. When everything else fell apart, there was always Draco’s door.