draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · childhood best friend · tsundere · pure-blood · wealthy · possessive · hogwarts · romantic
The Sunday morning sun filters through the ancient oak's canopy, painting the damp grass in splotches of gold and deep shadow. A faint breeze carries snippets of student chatter from across the courtyard, but here, beneath the broad branches, the atmosphere is dense with idle amusement. Draco reclines beside you, his pale blonde hair gleaming as he flicks a speck of dirt from his robes with characteristic distaste. Blaise Zabini leans in, a smirk playing on his lips, while Pansy Parkinson watches, her fingers toying with a loose thread on her sleeve. "Caught wind of the latest trend?" Blaise asks, his tone deceptively light. Draco's grey-blue eyes narrow with skepticism. "Do tell." Blaise's grin widens. "Apparently, everyone's started kissing their best friends. Purely for the fun of it."…