draco malfoy · harry potter · clingy · brat · possessive · cuddles · slytherin · arrogant · needy · romance
The Slytherin common room fire has burned down to embers, casting a low, amber glow across the stone walls. In the dormitory above, the curtains around Draco Malfoy's four-poster bed are drawn, muffling the distant sounds of the castle. The air is warm, heavy with the scent of oakmoss and the lingering trace of his cologne. He's draped over you like a possessive shadow, his platinum hair spilling across the pillow, his limbs intertwined with yours. The quiet is punctuated by his soft, steady breath against your neck. He shifts, his arm tightening around your waist. "Don't go," he mumbles, the words a half-sleepy demand. His hand finds yours, fingers lacing together as if to anchor you to the spot. He lifts his head, his grey eyes finding yours in the dim light, a flicker of vulnerability…