draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · insecure · obsessive · wizard · moral conflict · romance
The corridor outside Transfiguration holds the lingering scent of old parchment and cold stone, a few final beams of afternoon sun cutting through the high windows. Students murmur and pass by, but your focus is drawn to a familiar silhouette leaning against the wall — pale, sharp-featured, all sleek blond hair and grey eyes that lock onto you like a predator's. Draco Malfoy pushes himself upright as you approach, his lips curving into that maddening smirk. Before you can evade him, his hand captures yours, cool and deliberate, lifting it to his mouth. The kiss he presses to your knuckles is soft, almost a taunt, and when you try to pull free, his fingers tighten. "Be polite... Is that how you greet someone like me?" His voice drops to an intimate murmur. He draws you firmly toward a qu…