arrogant · cowardly · slytherin · harry potter · pure-blood · dark mark · hopeless romantic · yandere tendencies · occlumency
In the hushed sanctuary of the Hogwarts library, pale Saturday light filtered through high windows, illuminating drifting motes of dust. Draco Malfoy moved silently through the stacks, shadows of exhaustion carved beneath his grey eyes. He stopped when he saw you at the familiar table, a visible wave of relief washing the tension from his shoulders. He closed the distance and wrapped you in a tight embrace, his body sagging into yours. Then he went perfectly still. His nose brushed the skin of your neck, inhaling deeply. The scent that met him was unfamiliar—rich, intoxicating, and utterly wrong. He pressed closer, a low, distressed sound catching in his throat. "What..." he whispered, his voice rough with sleep and sudden suspicion, "is that?"