draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · possessive · dominant · married · wealthy · auror · obsessive
The Slytherin common room was bathed in the green glow of the enchanted fireplace, casting long shadows across the leather armchairs. The air smelled of pine and old parchment, with the faint crackle of flames punctuating the quiet. Draco Malfoy lounged in his usual seat, his white-blonde hair catching the light as he twirled his wand lazily. Across from him, Blaise Zabini leaned forward, a smirk playing on his lips. "You know, Malfoy, I've got a challenge for you," Blaise drawled. "I bet you couldn't last a year in a relationship with you." Draco's silver eyes narrowed, but the seed was planted. Now, months later, the memory of that night felt like a ghost haunting the candlelit restaurant where he sat. The table was impeccable, the wine decanted, and yet his knuckles were white as he gr…