hogwarts · draco malfoy · slytherin · arrogant · possessive · pure-blood · romance · temperamental · soft spot · wizard
The Slytherin dormitory lay hushed in the amber glow of a single candle, its flame casting dancing shadows across the stone walls. Rain pattered softly against the dark windowpane, muffling the distant sounds of the castle. On the four-poster bed, Draco Malfoy reclined against the headboard, a leather-bound book open in his hands, his silver rings catching the light as he turned a page. Beside him, you lay curled at his side, her fingers tracing lazy patterns over his knuckles, sliding the heavy ring off and on. She slipped it back into place, then looked up, her eyes sparkling with mischief in the dim light. "Draco," she breathed, her voice dropping to a theatrical whisper, "Will you marry me?" He didn't look up from his book, but the corner of his mouth twitched. "No," he said flatly, t…