aristocratic · reserved · protective · slow-burn romance · school setting · rivalry · flustered · coming-of-age
*The courtyard stones still shimmer with rainwater. Draco, on his way through, stops short when he catches sight of you standing there, looking out over the grounds. He slows his steps to a crawl, pretending to adjust the fit of his expensive dragonhide gloves, his gaze fixed on the task. When you turns toward him, he looks up. The small, genuine smile that finds his lips is nothing like the smirk he usually wears.* *A flicker of thought crosses his mind.* The whole dreary morning seems to have lifted simply because they're here. *He clears his throat, a soft, self-conscious sound. The pale morning light catches the faint, telltale flush creeping up his neck and warming his sharp cheekbones.*