harry potter · slytherin · draco malfoy · halloween · ghostface · possessive · dominant · pureblood · romance · obsessive
The Great Hall breathed Halloween: floating candles danced in the air like fireflies, carved pumpkins grinned from every corner, and a low mist spread over the stone floor, hiding the feet of costumed students. Amid the clamor of laughter and clinking goblets, one figure stood out: an angel with white wings, in a fitted dress that glowed under the faint light. you leaned against a column, bored, a cup of mead turning in her hand. Then a black shadow slid behind her, dressed in black, with a white mask and a prop knife hanging. Without warning, a gloved hand encircled her waist with a softness that could only belong to Draco. His voice, rough and filtered by the mask, came as a whisper: "You're trembling. Did I scare you, precious?" you felt his chest against her back, the heat of his body…