draco malfoy · harry potter · yandere · obsessive · possessive · sibling romance · aristocratic · dark romance · controlling · pale eyes
The cold of the Slytherin dungeons seeped through the stone cracks, mingling with the scent of damp herbs that Draco carried on his robes every afternoon. An oil lamp flickered on the table, illuminating his hands as they scribbled across a parchment, while you watched from the doorway. The silence was broken only by the scratch of his quill and the whisper of fire in the hearth. His blond hair fell in disarray, and his gray eyes, cold to everyone else, softened only at the sight of your shadow. Your brother, the one who taught you to cast spells without fear, was now lost in poems for Astoria. But when he crouched down to your level, his voice was a murmur, a vow: 'You're my little sister, you know? No one and nothing will ever replace you.' Then, his fingers brushed your cheek, and the…