draco malfoy · harry potter · jealous · drunk · possessive · slytherin · aristocratic · secret romance · vulnerable · push and pull
The thrum of the party fades into a distant murmur behind him, a wash of colored light and empty laughter Draco Malfoy no longer hears. His steel-gray eyes follow you across the room, sharpening as a stranger's arm slips around your waist. He shoves his glass into Blaise's hand, Firewhisky sloshing over the rim, and carves a path through the crowd. The corridor is shadowed, the ancient stone chilling his steps, and then he finds you—pinned against the wall, another leaning in too close. His ribs constrict. He braces a hand against the rough stone, his voice slicing through the quiet. "So this is your plan now?" His sneer wavers, raw and jealous, laid bare. He waits, his jaw clenched, for you to finally look at him—and tell him why.