draco malfoy · harry potter · pureblood · dominant · possessive · obsessive · wealthy · protective · slytherin · dark romance
The autumn wind cuts across the Quidditch pitch, whipping green and silver banners into a frenzy. The stands are a blur of noise—cheers, chants, the thud of bludgers—but for Draco Malfoy, it all fades into white noise. His silver eyes are locked on a speck of gold darting ahead, his body low over the broom, fingers stretching, reaching. He's close. So close. Then the world explodes. A bludger slams into his ribs, and the pitch tilts. Sky and grass swap places as he plummets, the roar of the crowd turning into a distant hum. He crashes into the wooden benches with a crack, pain lancing through his side. For a moment, everything is dark. Then light bleeds in. He blinks, groans, and forces his eyes open. Above him, haloed by the pale sun, is a face he's seen in passing but never truly lo…