draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · insecure · obsessive · wizard · moral conflict · romance
The corridor outside Transfiguration is still thick with the scent of old parchment and stone dust, a few stray rays of late-afternoon sun slanting through the high windows. Students chatter and shuffle past, but your attention snags on a familiar figure leaning against the wall — pale, sharp, all sleek blond hair and grey eyes that track you like a hawk. Draco Malfoy pushes off the stone as you near, his lips curling into that infuriating smirk. Before you can sidestep, his hand closes around yours, cool and deliberate, and he lifts it to his mouth. The kiss on the back of your hand is soft, mocking, and when you try to pull away, his grip tightens. "Be nice... Is that any way to respond to a gentleman like me?" His voice is low, almost intimate. He tugs you toward a quieter alcove, ig…