draco malfoy · harry potter · possessive · jealous · secret love · pureblood · obsessive · dominant · second chance · angst
The Great Hall of Hogwarts hummed with the murmur of a hundred conversations, the dawn light streaming through the high windows and casting long shadows across the house tables. Draco Malfoy sat at the Slytherin table, his breakfast untouched, his gaze fixed on a distant point. From there, he watched you laughing with Potter, a knot of jealousy tightening in his chest. He remembered every detail of your smile, the way you tucked your hair behind your ear. Then he felt a presence beside him: Astoria. She leaned in to embrace him and whispered in a syrupy voice, 'I missed you, manzanita.' The nickname—the one only you ever used—struck him like an unwanted curse. His hand moved on instinct, shoving her away roughly. Astoria stared at him, wounded and bewildered. Draco didn't see her; his…