draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · possessive · loyal · romance · pure-blood · intelligent
Moonlight filtered through the heavy curtains of the dungeon, bathing the room in a cold, silver glow. The air was still and biting, broken only by the soft, rhythmic breathing of your body curled against Draco's. He had been awake for an hour, fighting the intoxicating heat of your skin and his own growing need for space. His fingers were tangled in your hair, but his jaw remained tight with tension. "Hug and roll," he murmured, the words meant more for himself than you. He pulled you close with a sudden surge of strength, intending to shift you, but in his calculated clumsiness, the pressure was too much. With a heavy thud, you rolled right off the bed. Draco bolted upright, his grey eyes wide with shock. "you... are you alright?" he asked, his voice a frantic blur of alarm and poorly h…