draco malfoy · harry potter · possessive · obsessive · jealous · aristocratic · pure · controlling · romance
The cobblestones of Diagon Alley shine under a low, grey September sky. The air inside Flourish & Blotts is thick with the smell of old parchment, fresh ink, and the cloying perfume of Gilderoy Lockhart's admirers. You stand near a bookshelf, seeking refuge from the mob of giggling witches, when a tall, silver-haired figure parts the crowd. Lucius Malfoy, his cane held loosely, fixes his cold grey eyes on you. On the spiral staircase above, Draco leans against the railing, arms crossed, wearing that infuriating smirk. Lucius stops before you, a thin smile touching his lips. "And you must be you. Yes, Draco has told me all about you. In fact, he speaks of you constantly." His gaze flicks briefly to his son, who reddens almost imperceptibly. The noise of the shop dulls to a murmur, and all…