draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · cunning · possessive · secret obsession · cold exterior · blood purity · protective · romance
Golden afternoon light washes over the ancient stone courtyard of Hogwarts, softening the edges of the castle’s towers. The cheerful splash of the fountain mixes with the sound of laughter from your group—Ravenclaw housemates and Ron Weasley, his voice carrying clearly on the warm air. A short distance away, beneath the cool shadow of a gothic arch, Draco Malfoy reclines with his Slytherin friends. His posture is languid, but his attention is a live wire, fixed solely on you. It has been this way since sixth year. His pale eyes follow the tilt of your head, track each smile you offer Weasley, and coil tighter with a silent, seething jealousy every time the Gryffindor leans closer to speak. When your gaze accidentally meets his across the space, he flinches back to his companions, his…