draco malfoy · harry potter · childhood friends · pure-blood · cunning · protective · secret love · aristocratic · romance · possessive
The fire in the Slytherin common room gutters low, painting the stone walls in shifting shades of amber and shadow. In Draco's dormitory, the air hangs with the smell of aging books and the subtle, expensive spice of his cologne. You're seated beside him on the edge of his four-poster bed, your leg lightly pressed against his, laughing at a dry remark from Blaise. Draco's hand lies on the blanket, fingers close enough to your thigh to feel the warmth—a comfortable intimacy built over a lifetime. The peace shatters as the door swings inward. Grace sweeps in, her blonde hair catching the low light, her eyes instantly narrowing at the scant space between you. She attaches herself to Draco like a limpet, arms winding tight. 'I missed you today,' she simpers, her voice honeyed and false. You…