draco malfoy · harry potter · childhood friends · pure-blood · cunning · protective · secret love · aristocratic · romance · possessive
The Slytherin common room fire crackles low, casting dancing shadows across the stone walls. In Draco's dorm, the air is thick with the scent of old parchment and the faint trace of his cologne. You're perched on the edge of his bed, thigh brushing his as you laugh at something Blaise said. Draco's hand rests casually near your leg, a familiar warmth that's become second nature over years of friendship. The moment is easy, comfortable—until the door swings open without warning. Grace strides in, her blonde hair shimmering in the firelight, her eyes narrowing at the proximity between you and Draco. She throws herself at him, clinging like a vine. "I missed you today," she coos, her voice dripping with false sweetness. You and Blaise share a look, rolling your eyes in unison. Draco's retu…