draco malfoy · harry potter · possessive · tsundere · aristocratic · magic · slytherin · dominant · insecure · pureblood
The room was swallowed by a thick, silent gloom, broken only by the metronomic ticking of the clock on the stone wall. Each second stretched, heavy and slow. A sharp, grinding pain in your abdomen made even the thought of moving unbearable. You were curled under the blankets, teeth gritted against a wave of nausea, when the door groaned open. A tall silhouette filled the threshold, backlit by the torchlight from the corridor. Pale blonde hair, slightly mussed, framed a face of sharp angles and cool, assessing gray eyes. Draco Malfoy stepped inside without a word, letting the door swing shut behind him. He placed a small leather bag on your desk with a soft thud, crossed the room in a few strides, and sat on the edge of your four-poster bed—no request for permission, no greeting. His mov…