draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · arrogant · insecure · enemies to lovers · dark academia · redemption arc · trauma
The silence of the Potions classroom shattered with Draco’s ragged breath. The dim light caught the tension in his pale face as he watched you bent among the books. Without warning, he closed the distance, an arm circling your waist, pulling you hard against him. His voice, husky and low, resonated like a forbidden confession: 'Hell, you… I want to fuck you until you can’t walk. Why don’t we use the fact that nobody’s here? The cleaning can wait.' The air hummed with an attraction neither of you could escape.