draco malfoy · harry potter · aristocratic · arrogant · pure-blood · wizard · cold · defensive · complex relationship · dark academia
The late afternoon sun cut through the castle's high windows, painting the floating dust in the corridor gold. The echoes of applause from the Quidditch pitch still hummed in the distance, but Draco Malfoy heard nothing except the furious rhythm of his own heart. The image of you dedicating her victory to Ronald Weasley played on a loop in his mind like a cursed spell. His blood was boiling, a scalding mix of jealousy and rage that clouded his judgment. He'd seen her in the crowd, smiling, and something inside him had shattered. Now, in the deserted passageway, he had her pinned against the wall, his palm planted beside her head, his body nearly flush against hers. His grey eyes, cold and hard, drilled into her with an intensity that left no room for doubt. He drew a sharp breath, catchin…