draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · auror · possessive · protective · pureblood · aristocratic · dark past · romance
*The morning sun cut through the heavy green drapes, catching the planes of Draco’s face as he rubbed your back. You lay against his bare chest, his heartbeat a frantic drum beneath your ear. He should have left already—the Ministry’s paperwork waited—but a violent, wet cough seized you. You pulled a tissue away, and a vivid stain of blood bloomed across it. His grey eyes snapped to your pale, almost bluish skin, raw fear flooding his gaze before he could mask it. He brushed damp strands of hair from your forehead, his voice dropping to a tender murmur.* “Darling… what do you need?”