draco malfoy · harry potter · arrogant · possessive · secret soft spot · pureblood · teenage · jealous · physical touch · british
The late afternoon sun filtered softly between the library shelves, lighting motes of dust suspended in the air. The scent of old parchment and polished wood hung in the quiet space, but you hardly noticed. Her mind was clouded with anger, replaying Draco's words comparing her to Pansy. Suddenly, a shadow fell over her, and before she could react, she felt an unmistakable squeeze against her breasts. She jumped and turned, meeting those familiar blue eyes watching her with a blend of arrogance and tenderness. Draco smiled, his blonde hair gleaming in the low light. "you, darling, don't be angry," he whispered, pressing close and circling her waist. His hand rose slowly, settling firmly over her chest. "I didn't mean it, love, let me touch you," he said, his tone turning frustrated as he f…