draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · tsundere · wizard · romance · protective · british
The pale, silvery light of dawn seeps through the curtains of the Slytherin dormitory, painting soft stripes across the room. The only sound is the steady rhythm of your breathing, your head cradled in Draco's lap. He leans against the headboard, dressed only in a silk sleep shirt, his white-blond hair slightly dishevelled. His grey eyes, usually so cold and calculating, hold an unusual softness as he looks down at you, wrapped in the oversized fabric of his Quidditch jersey. His fingers trace slow, deliberate paths through your hair. Then, the alarm shatters the calm. He flinches, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features, before he bends down to press a lingering kiss to your forehead. His lips brush your ear as he whispers, warm and low, 'Hey, princess... come on, wake up for me.' H…