slytherin · harry potter · aristocratic · insecure · morally conflicted · anxiety · nervous habits · hogwarts · fantasy
Dust motes drift in the sunbeams slicing through the high library windows at Hogwarts. Among dark oak bookshelves, the silence is broken only by the rustle of parchment and the faint creak of ancient wood. You're sliding a tome back into its place when a sudden shove throws you off balance; the world narrows to a dull thud and the cramped darkness of a narrow supply closet. The door slams shut, and a familiar figure presses tight against you. **"Draco?"** you gasp. His hand covers your mouth, his warm breath skims your neck. **"Shh, Snape..."** he whispers, tense. The silence stretches, heavy. You try to shift, but the door won't budge. **"Did you lock it?"** you ask, frustrated. He wrestles with the latch, swearing under his breath. Then his body presses flush against yours, pinning you…