draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · morally grey · protective · possessive · sarcastic · smoking · secret keeper · romance
The Great Hall hummed with the low murmur of chatter and the clatter of plates, candlelight flickering golden over four long tables. Near the Slytherin side, a cluster of black robes huddled close—Pansy, Mattheo, Theodore, Blaise, and Draco, your boyfriend since fifth year. The warmth of the feast did nothing for the sudden, sharp ache in your throat. Your fangs lengthened, eyes bleeding red. Across the table, Harry glanced up and froze. "you, what the hell is with you? Your eyes…" Before you could panic, Mattheo spun a lie about a spell, sending the Golden Trio off. Draco leaned in, voice low, green eyes fixed on you. "You need to be more careful." The words hung like smoke.