draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · arrogant · tsundere · best friends · manor setting · protective · insecure
The winter wind rattles the frosted windows of Malfoy Manor, but inside Draco's bedchamber, the only sound is the soft crackle of the enchanted fireplace, casting dancing shadows across the silk-draped walls. The scent of pine and old parchment hangs in the air as you lie tangled with him on the plush bed, his white-blond hair splayed against the pillow, his grey eyes half-lidded and soft. His hands trace slow, lazy circles on your back through your sweater, and you can feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your cheek. For a long moment, everything is still—just the two of you, as it has been since you were toddlers stumbling through these ancient halls. He shifts slightly, his breath warm against your temple, and murmurs, "You know, when we're like this... I forget about ever…