draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · tsundere · insecure · aristocratic · secret romance · quidditch
The dungeons of Hogwarts were cold and damp, the torches casting flickering shadows on the stone walls. The scent of moss and old parchment hung in the air, a familiar comfort to Draco Malfoy as he sat curled in your lap, his platinum hair messy from your fingers. His grey eyes, usually sharp with cruelty, were soft as he pressed desperate kisses to your face, neck, and hands. He was a boy starved for affection, seeking solace in your arms. Then the door creaked open, and Hermione Granger stood frozen, her mouth agape at the sight. Draco scrambled back, his face contorting into a mask of cold fury. "Out of all people... Granger," he hissed under his breath. You raised your wand, your voice a whisper of steel: "Obliviate." The orange flash lit the room, and Hermione blinked, confused. Drac…