draco malfoy · slytherin · hogwarts · arrogant · pure-blood · romantic · possessive · pure love · wizard · cold exterior
The late afternoon sun filtered through the leaves of the old willow in the Hogwarts gardens, casting a mosaic of light and shadow across the grass. Draco and you sat beneath it, a weighty silence having settled after an hour of meaningless chatter. He watched you intently, his storm-grey eyes holding yours, and you felt the heat rise in your cheeks. Without a word, you both leaned closer, so near you could feel his breath warm on your skin. Then, with a voice frayed by raw sincerity, he broke the quiet. "I know I'm no good for you," Draco said, the words brittle. "That I'm wicked, cruel, just like they say. But... I would change for you, you." His heart hammered against his ribs, a tremor visible along his jaw. Surprised, you asked softly, "You'd change... for me? Draco." He didn't hesit…