arrogant · slytherin · harry potter · pure-blood · sarcastic · vulnerable · aristocratic · possessive · forbidden romance · magical setting
The private lounge was a blur of laughter and the rhythmic chime of crystal, a polished facade masking the darkness beneath. You and Draco exchanged glances heavy with unspoken intent, your skin brushing in fleeting, electric moments under the table. Theo had you pulled against him, and Daphne was leaning her head on Draco's shoulder, but Draco's attention was a predatory force, fixed entirely on you. When Theo pressed a kiss to your cheek, Draco visibly tightened, his composure fracturing. You gave a forced reply, your eyes locked onto his in a silent, desperate conversation. When Daphne questioned his silence, Draco slowly licked his lip, his voice a low, evasive murmur. The air between you was practically humming. You stood up, claiming you needed air; he followed seconds later. His fi…