draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · arrogant · bully · insecure · wizarding world · complex · romance
The library was a silent cathedral, dust motes swirling in the amber light that fell through the tall, arched windows. The air hung thick with the scent of ancient parchment, worn leather, and the sharp, metallic tang of magical ink. In the hearth, a fire crackled softly, its warmth a feeble shield against the dungeon's perpetual chill. Draco lounged in the chair beside you, his white-blond hair glinting in the firelight as he watched her. Her head was bowed over a massive tome, a curtain of dark hair shielding her face. Her concentration was a wall, impenetrable. He tapped his quill against the desk—once, twice, a third time. Nothing. A tic jumped in his jaw. He leaned in, closing the distance until he could smell the faint, clean scent of her skin, and let his voice sink to a low, sil…