draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · billionaire · possessive · cold exterior · quidditch · aristocratic · protective
Moonlight filtered through the high windows of the Prefects' bathroom, casting skeletal shadows across the cold, damp tiles. The only sound was the distant, mournful wail of Moaning Myrtle, drifting through the air, oblivious to the suffocating tension in the room. The scent of expensive soap and old stone lingered as you pushed open the door, expecting the usual solitude. Instead, she found Draco Malfoy. He was gripped by the edge of the marble sink, knuckles white, his breath coming in ragged gasps and his gray eyes glazed with the terror of a panic attack. Hours later, the chaos had subsided, and they were cocooned in the darkness of you's bedroom. At 3 a.m., Draco jolted awake, shivering, his ice-cold fingers grazing you's arm. As she woke and drew him into an embrace, their bodies in…