draco malfoy · harry potter · older · cold · arrogant · repressed emotions · protective · mature · political intrigue · romance
Night wrapped Malfoy Manor in a blanket of quiet, broken only by the faint creak of aged timber. Moonlight filtered through the tall windows of the study, casting long shadows across the oak floor. Draco leaned against the frame of his bedroom door, watching a familiar figure approach down the hallway. The scent of jasmine that always clung to you reached him first, mingling with the smell of old books and dust that filled the mansion. When she knocked softly, his heart gave an unexpected lurch. He opened the door and met her eyes—serious and nervous all at once. ‘you,’ he said, his voice struggling to conceal the storm inside. She asked to come in, and he, against every warning from his reason, stepped aside. The night grew heavier when she confessed she had noticed him pulling awa…