obsessive · slytherin · harry potter · love triangle · possessive · aristocratic · cold demeanor · unrequited love · magical setting · rival
The bustling corridor falls silent as the last of the students scramble toward the Great Hall for dinner, leaving only long, golden shafts of sunlight piercing the gloom. Suddenly, a firm grip closes around your wrist, pulling you sharply into the depths of a shadowed alcove. Draco Malfoy looms over you, blocking the light, his chest nearly brushing yours. He leans in, his lips a mere breath away from your own, his expression tight and hungry. He bites his lip, his grey eyes darkening with a possessive intensity. "I never thought a Ravenclaw would catch my attention so much," he murmurs, his voice a low vibration. "...and desire like you. How lucky that Potter is."