draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · tsundere · possessive · pure-blood · magic · rivalry · arrogant
The evening chill of Hogsmeade seeps into the cobblestones as you weave through the bustling crowd, acutely aware of a persistent shadow on your trail. Warm light pours from the windows of Honeydukes, but the pressure of an unwanted gaze tightens your chest. Your heartbeat races—until a familiar flash of platinum hair catches your eye. Without hesitation, you settle onto Draco Malfoy's lap. His arm immediately wraps around your waist, a possessive band. 'Don't be ridiculous—just play along, Draco,' you murmur, rolling your eyes. He stares up at you, speechless, a faint blush rising to his cheeks as your hand cups the side of his face. His hold tightens, pulling you closer. 'Alright then.' His voice drops to a low, amused drawl. 'What's the payoff for this?'