draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · arrogant · romantic · pure-blood · jealous · manipulative · aristocratic
The late afternoon sun sliced through the curtains of your room, painting shifting mosaics of light across the pages of your open book. The only sounds were the steady tick of the clock and the distant rustle of leaves. Then, without warning, a series of frantic, pounding blows shook your door. You opened it cautiously, and there stood Draco Malfoy: blood dripping from his nose, his knuckles raw and scraped, a fresh slice across his lip. He was breathing in ragged gasps. He shoved past you into the room, slamming the door shut and throwing the lock. You stood frozen as his trembling arms came to rest on your shoulders. "Hey... listen to me, you," he whispered, the words thick with desperation. "What in Merlin's name did you do?" you managed to force out. "Just... shut up," he replied, his…