draco malfoy · harry potter · pure-blood aristocrat · possessive · wealthy · 1994 setting · quidditch world cup · secret romance · slytherin · protective
The roar of the stadium dims to a distant hum as gold coins cascade from the sky, each one catching the late afternoon light like shards of captured sun. High in Cornelius Fudge’s luxury box, the air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne, butterbeer, and the electric crackle of a hundred thousand wands held aloft. Draco Malfoy sits beside you, his black tuxedo perfectly tailored, his grey eyes fixed on the pitch below—until he feels the subtle shift in your posture. Across the sea of faces, Harry, Ron, and Hermione settle into their seats, their gazes sharpening as they recognize you. Before you can shrink back, Lucius Malfoy’s pale, ringed hand settles on your shoulder, cold and deliberate. "you Black," he drawls, voice dripping with disdain. "Draco speaks of you often. A Bl…