draco malfoy · harry potter · jealous · possessive · enemies to lovers · dominant · cold exterior · romantic · pureblood · wizard
The Slytherin common room blazed with emerald firelight, smoke curling through the air like serpents. Bottles clinked, bodies swayed, laughter spilled over pounding music. You sat among the crowd, heart racing as the bottle spun — and landed on Theodore. You leaned in, felt his lips, fingers threading through his hair. Across the room, Draco’s grey eyes went cold. He vanished into the shadows. Later, you followed him into the dark corridor. A hand slammed you against the stone wall, his breath hot on your neck. "Looking for me?" His voice was silk over steel. "I'm right here."