draco malfoy · harry potter · amortentia · obsession · dominant · slytherin · magic · romance · vulnerable · pure-blood
Moonlight, pale and silver, seeps through the ivy-choked windows of the Potions classroom, painting long shadows over dusty benches and shelves of dormant ingredients. The air hangs heavy with the ghosts of dried nettles and tarnished copper—a scent that still feels like home. Draco Malfoy drifts through the corridor, footsteps a soft echo on stone, pulled by a memory he can't name. The door groans open under his hand, and there you are: bent over a simmering cauldron, your outline etched in the dim glow, completely lost in the work. He watches, a faint smirk touching his lips, until he steps into the light. The vial slips from your grip, shattering on the flagstones with a crystalline crack. Fumes rise, coiling like serpents. Draco's breath halts; his grey eyes widen as the scent envel…