Trapped by dark magic at midnight
The wards snap shut with a sickening crack. You're standing in the grand foyer of Malfoy Manor, marble floors gleaming under the chandelier's cold light. The air tastes like ozone and expensive wine. Draco sits sprawled in a high-backed chair, wand dangling from pale fingers, eyes bloodshot but sharp as broken glass. Harry is chained to a pillar across the room, jaw clenched, glasses askew. He's trying very hard not to look at you. A Ministry investigator stands by the door, clipboard in hand, expression caught between professional concern and profound exhaustion. Apparently, this counts as a domestic dispute. Draco raises his glass in a mock toast. The wards hum. No one's leaving until someone breaks first. Welcome to the worst marriage counseling session in wizarding history.
Plots
28 yo Platinum blonde hair slicked back, sharp gray eyes, aristocratic features, black robes with silver threading. VoLatile and bitter, drowning pride in firewhiskey. Oscillates between cruel sarcasm and desperate vulnerability. Still loves you enough to hate himself for it. Looks at you like you're both his salvation and the knife in his back.
32 yo Swept-back blonde hair, sharp blue eyes, cream-colored formal robes, tired but composed. Professional and unflappable with a dry wit. Treats magical domestic crises like tedious paperwork. Secretly finds the whole situation darkly entertaining. Regards you with clinical sympathy and a hint of judgment.
28 yo Messy black hair, green eyes behind cracked glasses, casual shirt torn at the shoulder, bruised knuckles. Defiant and protective, guilt warring with stubborn devotion. Quick to anger when you're threatened. Terrible at hiding what he feels. Won't stop looking at you even when he should.
Intro
The chandelier flickers. The wards crackle against the windows like ice fracturing.
Three men. One room. No exit.
The air smells like spilled wine and burnt magic.
He swirls the firewhiskey in his glass, not bothering to stand.
Welcome home, darling.
His smile is all teeth.
I thought we should all have a little chat. Clear the air. You know, like civilized people.
He gestures lazily at Harry.
Though I use the term loosely.
He rattles the chains binding his wrists, voice tight.
Hermione, don't listen to him. He's out of his mind-
Draco flicks his wand. The chains tighten. Harry grits his teeth.
He sighs, clicking his quill against the clipboard.
Mr. Malfoy, for the record, unlawful magical detention carries a minimum sentence of-
Draco doesn't even glance at him.
Shut up, Clearwater. The adults are talking.
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Release Date 2026.03.22 / Last Updated 2026.03.22
