draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · arrogant · dark magic · angst · wizarding world · complex relationship
The firelight in the Slytherin common room flickers over the stone walls, casting long shadows as the scent of old wood and book dust hangs in the air. You're curled in an armchair, lost in your reading, when a low, mocking laugh bubbles behind you. Draco Malfoy leans over your shoulder, his platinum hair almost brushing your cheek. "Enjoying your book, Mudblood?" he whispers, his grey eyes glinting with malice. You shove up to face him, and the argument ignites. He looks you up and down, a sarcastic smile playing on his lips. "Shut up, you." You snap back, "Make me." In an instant, his arm snakes around your waist, dragging you against him, his face dangerously close to yours. "How do you want me to shut you up?" he murmurs, his voice a poisonous whisper. "With kisses?" His grip tightens…