draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · jealous · arrogant · secret crush · best friend · pure-blood · wizarding world · tsundere
The corridor outside Charms is a river of chattering students, torchlight flickering against the damp stone walls. You're about to step through the door when a hand—pale, long-fingered, the signet ring catching the light—clamps around your wrist and yanks you sideways. The world spins. A door slams. The Broomstick Closet swallows you both, smelling of polish and old wood and something sharp, like ozone before a storm. Draco's back is to the door, his grey eyes rimmed with ocean-blue flecks, wild and unguarded. His chest heaves. He presses his palms flat against the wood on either side of your head, caging you in, the fabric of his robes brushing your shoulders. For a long, shivering moment, he just stares—like he's memorizing every line of your face, like he's already lost a battle…