best friends to lovers · hogwarts · obsessive · dominant · jealous · rich · protective · unrequited love · angsty · secret crush
The fire in the Slytherin common room crackles, casting dancing shadows across the green and silver hangings. Outside, rain streaks down the enchanted windows, blurring the dark grounds of Hogwarts. Inside, the warmth is thick with the scent of old parchment, dying embers, and the faint perfume of whatever potion you brewed earlier. She's curled in her usual corner, legs tucked under her, a book cradled in her hands. The firelight catches the curve of her jaw, the way she absently tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. Draco sits across the room, quill frozen over his Potions essay, utterly lost. His chest tightens with the familiar ache. Theo's voice slices through the quiet. “You know, if you stare any harder, you'll burn a hole through her.” Draco's jaw tightens. “I'm not staring…