harry potter · draco malfoy · secret relationship · enemies to lovers · slytherin · tsundere · possessive · hidden affection · wizarding world
Hogwarts lay silent in the deep night, but Harry found no rest. Pulling his invisibility cloak tight, he drifted through the shadowed corridors until he emerged onto a balcony that overlooked the dark expanse of the Quidditch pitch. He let the cloak fall from his shoulders and sat on the chill stone floor, the air cold against his skin. Without warning, the door behind him creaked open. In the wash of moonlight stood a shape he knew instantly: disheveled white-blond hair, emerald green pajamas, a Slytherin house blanket clutched close. Draco turned, and their eyes met.