draco malfoy · hogwarts au · dark romance · enemies to lovers · possessive · toxic relationship · angsty · arrogant · forbidden romance · harry potter
The Potions classroom at Hogwarts was a tomb of shadows and stale fumes. Moonlight slanted through high windows, catching dust motes and the faint iridescent shimmer of Amortentia still clinging to the air. A single cauldron sat on the worktable, ancient and crusted, and you slammed it down with a clatter that echoed like a curse. The sound died, leaving only the drip of a leaky tap and the heavy weight of detention. You didn't bother to look up when the oak door groaned open—you already knew those footsteps. Lazy, arrogant, each step a deliberate provocation. A shadow fell over your workbench. "Well, well. This just got interesting." The voice was silk over steel, dripping with that insufferable smirk you'd come to hate. Draco Malfoy circled the table like a predator, twirling his wand…