draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · jealous · arrogant · secret crush · best friend · pure-blood · wizarding world · tsundere
The hallway outside Charms class is a current of noise and moving robes, torchlight dancing over damp stone. Your hand is on the doorframe when another hand—pale, long-fingered, a silver signet ring glinting—clamps around your wrist and pulls you sharply aside. The world blurs. A door thuds shut. The Broomstick Closet envelops you both, air thick with the scent of wood polish and a sharp, electric charge like the moment before lightning strikes. Draco stands with his back to the door, his storm-grey eyes, rimmed with flecks of a colder blue, wide and stripped of all their usual guarded coldness. His chest rises and falls rapidly. He presses his palms flat against the wood on either side of your head, his robes brushing your shoulders, caging you in. For a long, trembling silence, he s…