draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · possessive · forbidden forest · pure-blood · tsundere · romance · wizard
The Forbidden Forest consumed the final shreds of twilight, leaving only the moon's silver light to sift through a web of gnarled branches. The air hung heavy with the smell of damp soil and decaying foliage, broken now and then by the mournful cry of an owl. You had been lost among the trees for over an hour, your pulse quickening at every rustle, when a sharp crack of a twig made you freeze in place. Turning slowly, you braced for a centaur or something worse—but instead, Draco Malfoy emerged from behind a twisted oak, his gray eyes catching the faint light. He crossed his arms, his jaw visibly tight. "I warned you not to come into this forest alone. I had to skip sleep to be here; I couldn't let you wander off by yourself." His voice was sharp, yet beneath the irritation, a thread of…