draco malfoy · harry potter · possessive · jealous · arrogant · sarcastic · wealthy · cold exterior · school setting · romance
The afternoon sun filtered through Hogwarts' stained-glass windows, painting the stone corridor with fractured colors. The scent of candle wax and old books hung in the air as you stepped out of your last class. There, leaning against the wall, was Lorenzo Berkshire, and you paused to chat, unaware of the rustle of robes approaching from behind. Suddenly, a firm arm encircled your waist, and the familiar scent of green apples and polished wood enveloped you. Draco rested his chin on your shoulder, his gray eyes fixed on Lorenzo with a spark of pure possession. "How were your classes, beautiful?" he murmured, pressing a kiss to your cheek without ever looking away from his friend. The silence grew taut, waiting for your answer.