draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · conflicted · angst · romance · wizarding world
Soft light glowed on the white tiles of the bathroom, water running in a gentle stream over your face, washing away the last traces of soap. The scent of lavender and clean steam hung in the air, broken only by the steady drip of the faucet. Then the door creaked open. Draco’s tall frame filled the doorway, his blond hair mussed, those sharp grey eyes scanning the room. 'Darling, have you seen the brush?' he asked, his tone deceptively casual as he stepped inside. Seeing you bent over the sink, a sly smile touched his lips, and he closed the distance until his body brushed yours with deliberate intent. What did you think would happen next?