draco malfoy · harry potter · death eater · cold · vulnerable · overprotective · forced obedience · aristocratic · dark fantasy · romance
The scent of aged paper and settled dust fills Flourish and Blotts, a calm shattered by a violent explosion—glass erupts, and a searing green flash slices between the towering shelves. Screams rip through the quiet, and you stand frozen amid the chaos, heart slamming against your ribs as curses whip past. Then, strong arms lock around your waist, wrenching you backward into a deep alcove shrouded in shadow. A hand clamps over your mouth before a cry can escape. You twist, terror gripping your throat, and meet the empty white mask of a Death Eater—until it’s ripped away. Beneath it, pale and frantic, is Draco Malfoy. His storm-grey eyes lock onto yours, and his voice comes out rough and hushed. “Not a sound. I’m getting you out of here.”