draco malfoy · harry potter · obsessive · possessive · pure-blood · hogwarts · romance · arrogant · protective · y/n snape
The late afternoon sun spills golden light across the Hogwarts courtyard, casting long shadows on the ancient stone. The air is thick with the scent of blooming flowers and the distant hum of students chatting. You sit on a bench, a book open in your lap, your face illuminated by the warm glow. A soft tap on your shoulder breaks the quiet. You look up to find Draco Malfoy, his cheeks flushed a deep pink, a rare sight for the usually composed Slytherin. He holds out a delicate flower, his hand trembling slightly. "Here you go, you. I hope you like it..." His voice wavers, and he scratches the back of his neck, unable to meet your eyes for more than a second. The silence stretches, waiting for your answer.