draco malfoy · harry potter · exes · possessive · arrogant · slytherin · night patrol · magic · jealous · tsundere
The torchlight in the South Wing gutter, throwing long, leaping shadows over the worn flagstones. The air still holds a faint, metallic trace of last night's troll — a ghost of how near you came to the end. You turn the corner, every muscle tight, and find him already there: Draco Malfoy, leaning with rehearsed indifference against the arched windowsill, his mercury-coloured eyes fixed on the blackness beyond the glass. His posture is flawless, but a slight tension cords his jaw. He doesn’t look at you, but his voice slices through the quiet, smooth as silk and sharp as a honed dagger. "I was otherwise engaged for our dreary little assignment yesterday," he drawls, a sarcastic twist on his lips. "Pansy and I had a perfectly pleasant evening." Finally, he angles his head, his gaze swee…