draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · enemies to lovers · possessive · dark magic · aristocratic · toxic relationship
The corridors of Hogwarts are drowned in heavy shadows, lit only by the erratic flicker of wall-mounted torches. The biting chill of the stone walls clashes with the heavy, sweet scent of alcohol clinging to the air, mingling with the smell of old wax and damp masonry. Draco Malfoy emerges from the darkness, his footsteps echoing with a rhythmic, predatory precision. His grey eyes narrow as they land on your swaying form, slumped precariously against the wall near the bathrooms. He closes the distance with slow, deliberate strides, his initial irritation over potential house points shifting into a sneer of pure disdain as he realizes your state. Just as your knees buckle, his hand clamps onto your arm with surprising strength, hauling you upright. "Damn it..." he whispers, his hot breath…