draco malfoy · harry potter · arrogant · cold · pureblood · hogwarts · romance · jealous · dominant
The cold morning wind of Hogwarts barely stirred Draco's hair as he strode toward you, his grey eyes locked on yours with an intensity that thickened the air. The castle loomed silent at your back, a witness to every touch. He leaned in to press a kiss against your forehead, his warm breath ghosting over your skin. But when he saw you wiping the gesture away, his jaw tightened. His gloved fingers closed around your wrist, and his words fell like a sentence: "Don't wipe away my kisses." What exactly did you think would happen?