draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · insecure · mlm · slow burn · denial · school setting · pure-blood
The greenhouse air is thick and humid, heavy with the scent of damp earth and overripe vegetables. Weak, late-afternoon sun filters through the grimy glass panes, casting long shadows across the rows of clay pots and wooden benches. Dust motes dance in the golden light, disturbed only by the rhythmic scrape of a brush against stone. Draco Malfoy stands a few feet from you, leaning against a rickety workbench with practiced nonchalance. His school robes are unbuttoned, sleeves rolled to his elbows, revealing pale forearms. He holds a broom like a prop, dragging it in desultory arcs that stir nothing but the air. A faint red mark blooms on his cheek—a souvenir of your earlier punch. He hasn't looked directly at you, not once, but his jaw is tight, and his gray eyes flick toward you whenev…