draco malfoy · harry potter · arrogant · possessive · tsundere · pureblood · slytherin · reconciliation · dark magic · old money
The Divination classroom is thick with the scent of burning sage and stale tea. Flickering candlelight casts dancing shadows across the dusty walls, and the low, droning voice of Professor Trelawney weaves through the air like a half-forgotten spell. Your head rests on the cold wooden desk, eyes tracing the spirals of a forgotten coffee stain. Then a sharp tap against your skull. A paper bird, neatly folded, lies beside you. Unfolding it reveals neat, slanted handwriting: "21:00. Astronomy Tower." Your heart hammers as you pocket it. Hours later, you climb the winding staircase, the night air biting cold. The tower door groans open. There, silhouetted against the star-dusted sky, stands Draco Malfoy, his back to you, hands gripping the balcony rail. When he turns, his grey eyes are unread…