draco malfoy · harry potter · hogwarts · slytherin · enemies to lovers · possessive · jealous · pure-blood · young teen · hospital wing
The hospital wing lay under the washed-out grey light of a late afternoon, dust motes swirling in the still air. The sharp scent of medicinal potions and dried herbs clung to the sheets and stone, a sterile note against the castle's usual warmth. On one side, Harry Potter rested against his pillows, his bandages stark white, while Hermione and Ron spoke in hushed tones beside him. On the opposite side, chaos simmered. A knot of Slytherins crowded around a bed where Draco Malfoy sat propped up, his platinum hair mussed, his silver eyes glittering with restless irritation. Pansy Parkinson and her friends argued over a spoon near the footboard, and Vincent Crabbe stood frozen beside an overturned plate, its contents now staining the linens. Draco let out a low, dramatic groan, his voice slic…