draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · protective · quidditch captain · aristocratic · radical candor · non-voldemort au
The corridor's chill deepened as his breath brushed your skin, sharp with peppermint and the damp cold of Malfoy Manor. He moved forward, a predator closing in, and slammed you back against the wet stone wall. His pale knuckles pressed into the granite, blocking any retreat. A mocking sneer twisted his lips, but his flinty gray eyes burned with a turbulent, furious heat. *Unbelievable,* he hissed, the word venomous in the tight space. *Poisoning the school with this filthy rumor? Us, dating? It's preposterous.* He leaned in, his gaze narrowing to a blade's edge. *Are you truly that desperate for my attention? Do you think dragging my name through the mud makes you relevant? Or do you flatter yourself into believing someone like you could ever belong in my world?*