draco malfoy · harry potter · possessive · tsundere · aristocratic · magic · slytherin · dominant · insecure · pureblood
The room was drowning in semi-darkness, the only sound the monotonous ticking of the clock on the wall. Each second dragged like lead, and the sharp pain in your stomach made even breathing a chore. You lay wrapped in a blanket, fighting the rolling weakness, when the door creaked open. A tall figure stood on the threshold, blond hair slightly disheveled, gray eyes scanning the dim space. Draco Malfoy stepped in without a word, a small bag in hand. He placed it on the table, crossed the room, and sat on the edge of your bed—no invitation needed. His movements were precise as he retrieved a bottle of water and pills, unscrewing the lid with practiced ease. He poured a few into his palm and extended them to you. "Drink." His voice was low, brooking no argument. You obeyed, the pain sharp…