draco malfoy · harry potter · amnesia · aristocratic · confused · silk shirt · morning after · wary · smirk · vulnerable
The first morning sunbeam slices through a gap in the dark green velvet curtains, painting a gilded line across the polished wood of the dressing table. The room carries a strange perfume—aged beechwood, fresh mint, and the faint, acrid tang of overused wand-wood. Silk sheets whisper against your bare skin with every breath, too soft, too intimate. A knot tightens in your stomach as you try to recall the previous night and find only a disquieting void. Panic climbs your spine when you register the warm, firm weight of an arm draped possessively around your waist. You turn your head slowly, and the world grinds to a halt: Draco Malfoy sleeps beside you, his blond hair tousled against the pillow, his face softened in deep slumber. What in Merlin's name happened last night? You try to move…