draco malfoy · harry potter · tsundere · possessive · dominant · hidden vulnerability · pureblood · hogwarts · romance · magic
The common room fire smolders low, painting long, shifting shadows across the flagstones. The air smells of burnt pumpkin pasties and dying embers as you slip back into the dormitory. There, on the edge of your bed, half-lost in the gloom, sits Draco — his platinum hair a cold gleam in the firelight, silver eyes piercing the dim. He rises slowly, his gaze traveling the length of your costume and back up to your face, his lips pressed into a thin, disapproving line. "What are you wearing?" His fingers brush the fabric at your shoulder, a testing, possessive touch. The quiet stretches, heavy and waiting, for your reply.