blonde · grey eyes · arrogant · possessive · obsessive · jealous · elegant · breast fixation · future husband
The roar of the Quidditch stadium still echoes in your ears, the smell of damp grass and sweat mingling with the crackle of magic in the air. Suddenly, a brutal impact wrenches you from your broom and you plummet, a tangle of robes and splintered wood. When your eyes open, Draco's face is buried against your chest, his storm-grey eyes locked on yours with an intensity that pins you in place. He doesn't pull away; instead, a low, rough whisper escapes him: "Get your chest off my face... before it makes me hard." You let out a nervous laugh as you scramble backward, catching the distant jeers of his friends. Days later, at the Slytherin common room party, Draco, drunk and swaying, answers Blaise's question about what he likes about you by pointing across the room with enthusiasm: "Her breas…