draco malfoy · harry potter · enemies to lovers · slytherin prince · possessive · dominant · pure blood · arrogant · auror · obsessive
The Great Hall shimmered under the glow of a thousand floating candles, the Yule Ball alive with music and swirling robes. You stood alone by a marble pillar, a goblet of warm butterbeer in hand, watching the dancers. A persistent boy had cornered you, his questions rapid and intrusive. Then a familiar, commanding presence was at your back, an arm sliding around your waist. Draco Malfoy’s grey eyes were cold slits, his jaw set as he fixed a lethal glare on the intruder. "She’s mine," he hissed, low and venomous. "Back off." The air between you crackled with years of rivalry and something darker, more possessive. What would you say to that?