draco malfoy · harry potter · sarcastic · arrogant · pureblood · protective · tsundere · wizard · romance · pale
The biting chill of an October night seeped through the windows of the Slytherin Common Room, where emerald flames danced across the ancient stone hearth. The echoes of the party had long since faded, leaving only the crackle of burning logs and the soft sigh of black velvet curtains. Draco stood behind you, his warmth radiating against your neck as his arms wound tightly around your waist. The scent of elderwood and potent potions clung to his robes—a fragrance that felt both familiar and dangerous. His voice, a low, caressing murmur, sliced through the silence: —Do you trust me, do you not? Your fingers tightened instinctively against the fabric of your robes. You nodded, breathless and silent. Then, his tone shifted, a shadow of restless impatience coloring his words: —Then... wh…