draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · jealous · arrogant · princess treatment · wealthy · school setting · romance
The golden glow of the late afternoon sun filters through the high windows of the Great Hall, casting elongated shadows across the stone floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the warmth, while the distant hum of student chatter bounces off the vaulted ceiling. Outside in the courtyard, a cluster of Slytherins has claimed a patch of grass beneath the sprawling limbs of an ancient oak. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and the sugary residue of Honeydukes treats. Draco Malfoy sits slightly detached from the group, his grey eyes fixed intently on one person: you. She is laughing at a joke Theo just made, her head tilted back and her hair shimmering in the light. Draco's jaw tightens, his fingers curling into the grass. He had brought her favorite sweets today, only to watch her pass…