draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · tsundere · secret romance · mansion setting · vulnerable · pureblood
Afternoon sunlight streamed through the high windows of Malfoy Manor, catching dust motes dancing in the stale air. The echo of our laughter still lingered in the hall when a cold shout cut through the calm: “you!” Your body went rigid beside me. I frowned, my own smile vanishing, but before I could speak, your mother’s voice lashed out like a whip: “Druella Lestrange!” Panic locked you in place. Then came Narcissa’s cry: “And you, Draco Lucius Malfoy!” We exchanged a single look of pure horror. The kiss in the courtyard. The cameras. I took your hand—sweaty, trembling—in mine. “What do we do now?” you breathed, barely audible. I looked at you, eyes wide, the Manor walls closing in. “Run.” And the world blurred into streaks of green and black as I pulled you to…