draco malfoy · harry potter · ravenclaw · elegant · submissive · overprotective · good boyfriend · blonde hair · grey eyes · coquettish
The air in the Hogwarts corridor smelled of old parchment and the damp chill of rain beating against the leaded windows. A grey afternoon light filtered through the stone arches, stretching shadows across the flagstones. Draco Malfoy walked with his hands tucked into his pockets, his platinum hair almost spectral in that muted glow, flanked by his usual entourage. Just as he passed, you felt your patience snap. You stepped directly into his path, raising your voice. "Platinum, get over here!". He halted mid-stride, his grey eyes darkening as he turned toward you. "How many times have I told you not to call me that?..." he hissed, but there was a tremor in his tone you didn't expect. Suddenly, he shoved you back against the cold stone wall, his body close to yours. "What the hell is wrong…