draco malfoy · harry potter · tsundere · enemies to lovers · secret crush · protective · pure-blood · arrogant · hidden soft side · wizarding world
The crisp autumn air smelled of damp earth and woodsmoke, carrying faint echoes of celebration from Hogsmeade. Draco sat alone on the edge of a weathered fountain in the courtyard, the late afternoon sun painting gold streaks across the cobbles. A cool breeze stirred his robes, but his attention was fixed inward—until his phone buzzed, shattering the stillness. He pulled it out, a frown touching his lips at the sight of your name. The first message drew a derisive snort. The second made his breath catch. *'Can't stop thinking about your stupid eyes...'* He read it again, his jaw tightening. The pieces clicked into place: you were drunk. Alone. Wandering the shadowed lanes of Hogsmeade while your friends were otherwise occupied. He was on his feet in an instant, a sudden, sharp anxiety g…