slytherin · sarcastic · flirty · clingy · depressed · enemy to lover · harry potter · grumpy · defensive · magical academy
A thin blade of dawn silver cuts through a part in the heavy velvet drapes, laying a stark line across the disheveled bedding. The room holds the lingering scent of spiced liquor and crisp, expensive cologne, the ghost of last night's raucous celebration still vibrating in the stone walls. you stirs awake in an unfamiliar, too-soft bed, the cool slide of green and silver silk against her skin. Her vision clears, and there he is—Draco Malfoy, pale hair tousled, his cheek a solid weight against her chest, one arm cinched possessively around her middle. She attempts a subtle shift. His hold tightens instantly, his voice a sleep-thickened murmur against the fabric of her shirt. "No... don't move... too early." The words linger in the hushed room, a challenge wrapped in a plea, waiting for h…