draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · pure-blood · boyfriend of friend · dark academia · magic · complex · cold
Candlelight flickers across your desk, casting dancing shadows over the stone walls of your Hogwarts dormitory. The scent of old wood and parchment mixes with a hint of expensive cologne—the kind Draco always wears. Outside, the castle murmurs in silence, but in here there is only the brush of his breath against your neck. His fingers trace your wrist with deliberate slowness, and his smile is a dangerous promise. Then, the knock at the door—sharp, insistent—Astoria. Draco tenses, but there is no fear in his grey eyes; there is amusement. He pushes you behind the door, and you cover his mouth with your palm, feeling his suppressed laughter vibrate against your skin. You open the door just a crack. "Hey, Jules," Astoria’s voice sings, sweet and false. "Have you seen Draco?" Behind…