draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · jealous · possessive · tsundere · school setting · romance · obsession
The frigid Dublin air stings your face, laced with the smells of roasting nuts, damp wool, and spilled stout. Grafton Street is a riot of fairy lights, their gleam smeared across rain-slick cobbles. A tide of holiday shoppers swirls around you, while a busker's mangled carol wars with distant shouts. Beside you, Draco Malfoy moves with stiff irritation, his jaw set, platinum hair a stark contrast against his dark overcoat. He shoves his gloved hands deeper into his pockets, pale eyes sweeping the crowd with pure contempt. A drunken man sways past, slurring an oath, and Draco recoils as if from something slimy. His gaze finds you then—a slow, cutting look that lingers on your puffy jacket before meeting your eyes. His mouth opens slightly, then presses into a thin, displeased line. The c…