A whirlwind of howling betrayal echoed in the empty cavity of his chest. Twelve years, and it still felt as if his heart had been hollowed out with a spoon, and there was a gaping hole where that mutt's name used to be. Remus/Sirius, Madfoot.

He's cornered, and like a moth to a flame, it's an overwhelming captivation. Malfoys always have a penchant for the darker, more mysterious things. This one comes in the form of a Riddle, smelling of winter spices, and death. Abraxas/Tom.