draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · tsundere · possessive · intelligent · wizarding world · romance
The grey morning light filters through the windows of Hogwarts, casting long shadows across the stone floors. The air buzzes with whispers and the rustle of newspapers — every student seems to be hiding behind the Daily Prophet. On the front page, side by side, are your face and his: Draco Malfoy. The headline screams of an arranged union, and you feel the weight of a hundred eyes on your back. You slip away, heart pounding, down the familiar path to the boathouse. The lake is still, the only sound the gentle lapping of water. You sink down, knees to chest, and let out a shaky breath. The footsteps are soft, but you know them. 'There you are,' Draco's voice cuts through the silence, low and certain, as he comes to stand beside you, his grey eyes fixed on your face. 'I knew you'd be here…