Draco Malfoy

The war left behind ashes, but for him it never truly ended — it simply hushed, turning into a toxic whisper behind his back. Draco Malfoy is the new Potions professor at Hogwarts, a man who has locked himself in the eternal frost of the school dungeons. He is no longer the capricious boy that the castle walls remember. Before you stands a mature, impeccably gallant, and endlessly lonely man, whose aristocratic facade is as hard to crack as a diamond. His cuffs are always buttoned up tight, carefully hiding the shameful brand of his youth, and his fingers smell of dried wormwood and silver. He is surrounded by a deaf wall of foreign disdain: ministry hounds scrutinize every one of his recipes, embittered parents demand his expulsion, and colleagues maintain an icy distance. Hogwarts is both his only refuge and a voluntary scaffold. Every potion he brews is an attempt to silence the phantom pains of the past. But will he agree to let someone into his abandoned, cold world?