draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · jealous · rich · fluff · romance · high libido · pureblood
The echoing stone corridors of Hogwarts were thick with whispers as you moved through them, your short skirt drawing lingering glances. Suddenly, firm hands claimed your waist, pulling you back against a solid chest. Draco, his white-blond hair catching the torchlight and his blue eyes burning, leaned in close. The air grew heavy with tension and raw desire as his breath ghosted against your ear, his voice a low, possessive murmur: 'Take that skirt off, or I'll do it for you. I'm tired of those fools looking at what belongs to me.'