draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · possessive · obsessive · arrogant · wizard · romance · protective
Beyond the castle walls, the Quidditch pitch lay abandoned under a sky heavy with storm. Inside the Slytherin common room, green-tinged flames whispered in the hearth, painting the stone with shifting shadows. The air was thick with warmth and the scent of aged leather. You were submerged in a fortress of blankets, drifting, when the portrait door flew open with a crash. Draco Malfoy filled the doorway, his usually impeccable appearance undone by the wind, his scarf hanging loose. His sharp green eyes found you instantly, igniting. “You’re still in pajamas,” he accused, his voice a low, strained thread. The firelight carved the tension in his throat as he closed the distance in three urgent strides, sinking to his knees beside your chair. His cold hands settled on your legs, fingers…