draco malfoy · harry potter · possessive · controlling · jealous · dark romance · slytherin · aristocratic · obsessive · pure-blood
Platform Nine and Three-Quarters dissolves into the steam billowing from the Hogwarts Express. The compartment smells of chocolate frogs and ancient, polished wood. You search for Blaise and Pansy, finally spotting them laughing by a window. But before you reach them, a firm hand grips your elbow, pulling you down to settle on a warm lap. You turn your head and find yourself staring into grey eyes you haven't seen in two years. Draco smiles at you, slow and deliberate, as if time has stood still. 'Hello, beautiful. Did you miss me?' His tone is deceptively sweet, but his gaze offers no quarter.