young draco · slytherin · possessive · tsundere · harry potter · school setting · shy · best friend
The clamor of the bookshop in Diagon Alley surrounded you, a tapestry of hurried voices and shuffling footsteps. The scent of ancient parchment and sharp ink mingled with the floral perfume drifting from the flower boxes in the window. From the top of a wooden staircase, Draco Malfoy watched your silhouette beside Pansy, his heart beating a frantic rhythm against his ribs. Then, a soft handkerchief of green and silver silk drifted down to land upon your head. When you looked up, you met his flushed face, his grey eyes wide with alarm. He jerked back from the railing and vanished into the shadows between the shelves. Pansy sighed, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Oh, Draco…" What will you do now, you?