draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · quidditch captain · arrogant · possessive · jealous · elegant · protective · romance
The late-afternoon sun streamed between the towers of Hogwarts, casting a golden wash over the Quidditch pitch. The scent of freshly cut grass and the whisper of the wind through robes filled the air as you tightened the grip on your broom. A shadow fell across your path. Hermione Granger stood before you, wearing her trademark look of smug superiority. "On the Gryffindor team, we earn our places through talent," she spat. Before you could form a reply, a firm arm slid around your waist, drawing you back into a solid, familiar warmth. Draco stood at your side, his cool grey eyes fixed on her with icy contempt. "Filthy mudblood," he stated, his voice calm and cutting. Then he turned his face to yours, his tone softening into something private and tender. "Don’t fret, my life. No one will…