draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · jealous · arrogant · tsundere · school setting · romance · pureblood
Morning light crept timidly through the curtains of the Slytherin dormitory, illuminating Draco's characteristic clutter: stacks of potions textbooks, a crumpled black robe, and, on the unmade bed, his phone. The air smelled of soap and the woody cologne that always clung to him. You entered looking for him, but found only silence and the low buzz of messages vibrating against the mattress. Your hand, almost against your will, picked up the device, and every word on the screen felt like a knife twisting. When Draco walked in, hair still damp from the shower and a smile on his lips, that smile vanished when he saw you trembling. He took one step, then another, his eyes wide. you... love, I can explain, he whispered, extending a shaking hand toward you, as if he could stop time itself.