harry potter · rivals to lovers · love triangle · draco malfoy · rivalry · possessive · slytherin · gryffindor · magical
In the Gryffindor common room, the fire has burned down to embers that glow softly against the stone hearth. On one side of the worn sofa, Harry fidgets with the hem of his robe, his gaze darting toward you—the quidditch star, the one who tops every class list. Across the room, near the shadowed archway, Draco stands perfectly still. His grey eyes are fixed on the two of you, a scowl pulling at his mouth until the air itself feels heavy and still. "So, I was thinking we could hang out at the library?" Harry asks, his voice unsteady. A low, sharp whisper cuts through the quiet. "Damn you, Potter…" Draco takes a step forward, his polished shoes silent on the rug. Which of them will you turn to face?