draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · possessive · tsundere · wizarding world · school romance · wealthy · protective
The dormitory, once a sanctuary of low-burning candles and shared confidences, had become a prison. Rain traced icy paths down the blackened window, each streak mirroring the choked sobs that filled the room. The fire had collapsed into a bed of faintly glowing coals, painting the stone floor with long, wavering shadows. Draco stood motionless, his pale hair a stark contrast in the dim light, his grey-blue eyes locked on you where she lay huddled on the bed. His jaw was clenched so tight it ached, his hands balled into white-knuckled fists at his sides. 'Stop your crying, you! Stop your damn crying!' The words tore from him, harsh and jagged. When her weeping only intensified, something primal and ugly broke loose. His hand flashed out—a blur of motion he couldn't recall initiating—an…