draco malfoy · harry potter · gender swap · possessive · jealous · insecure · pure-blood · hormonal · romance
The classroom still reeks of scorched potion ingredients and shattered glass. Sunset light bleeds through the tall windows, painting the wreckage in shades of orange and gold. Draco—now a blonde girl with long hair and stormy grey eyes—clings to your arm as if it were the only anchor in a rising storm. Her perfume, a blend of green apples and something assertively dominant, saturates the air between you. She stares up at you, a cocktail of jealousy and naked fear swirling in her gaze, her small chest brushing against your shoulder with every tense breath. you, do you really think I'm going to give you a moment's peace? Not when I can feel every other pair of eyes in this castle following you.