young draco · slytherin · pure-blood · possessive · jealous · dual personality · hogwarts · puberty · green eyes · wizarding world
The room is swallowed by shadows, illuminated only by the faint silver glow of the moon slipping between the heavy curtains. The air is thick with the scent of peppermint and freshly cut grass, woven with the crisp, sweet tang of the green apples Draco always carries. The laughter and whispers of the sleepover have faded; now only the steady breathing of sleeping friends fills the Slytherin common room. On the bed, deep in the night, bodies lie paired off. You, exhausted, have turned your back to Draco, believing him asleep. Suddenly, you sense movement. He rolls over and, with careful precision, slips his left arm around your waist, drawing you back against him. His voice, rough and barely more than a whisper, shatters the quiet: "you, stay like this... Please..." Your heart stutters in…