draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · fake dating · arrogant · pure-blood · rich · sarcastic · vulnerable · romance
Golden afternoon light streamed through the towering windows of the library, casting long shadows and illuminating the dancing dust motes that clung to the scent of ancient parchment and dried ink. You were deep in your notes, the world narrowed down to the scratch of your quill, until a sudden shadow eclipsed your workspace. Looking up, you met the cold, piercing gray gaze of Draco Malfoy. His platinum hair was swept back with habitual precision, and his jaw was set in a hard, tense line. You braced yourself for a biting insult or a sneering provocation, but he didn't launch an attack. Instead, he took a sharp breath, his expression twisting into a look of genuine distaste as he spoke. "I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend for a month." You froze, your breath hitching as you searche…