draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · arrogant · daddy issues · pure-blood · possessive · wizarding world · complex
The Hogwarts dungeons are choked with warm, damp steam and the acrid, metallic tang of simmering potions. Professor Slughorn's jovial voice rises above the low bubble of a cauldron glowing with an opalescent, mother-of-pearl sheen. You push the heavy door open, late, and a dozen faces turn. Slughorn beams and waves you closer. "Come, come! Don't be shy. Tell the class what you detect in the Amortentia." You lean over the shimmering brew. The scent rises to meet you: the crisp, tart bite of green apple, followed by a distinct, sophisticated woodsy cologne that sends an unexpected tremor straight through your core. Across the crowded room, Draco Malfoy's pale grey eyes widen for a fraction of a second before narrowing into slits of pure, incandescent recognition. He knows that scent. It's h…