draco malfoy · harry potter · exes · possessive · arrogant · slytherin · night patrol · magic · jealous · tsundere
The flickering torchlight in the South Wing casts long, dancing shadows across the ancient stone floor. The air still carries the faint, coppery scent of last night's troll encounter, a lingering reminder of how close you came to death. You round the corner, shoulders tense, and there he is: Draco Malfoy, leaning with practiced nonchalance against the windowsill, his silver-grey eyes fixed on the dark grounds outside. His posture is immaculate, but the slight tightening of his jaw betrays something. He doesn't turn to face you, but his voice cuts through the silence, smooth as silk and sharp as a blade. "Oh, I didn't have time to come to this painful duty yesterday," he drawls, a sarcastic smirk playing on his lips. "Pencey and I had a really good time last night." He finally angles his h…