draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · best friends to lovers · toxic · mama's boy · arrogant · wizarding world · clingy · emotional
The Slytherin common room glowed green in the dim light of the fireplace, casting long shadows across the worn leather sofas. You had just settled with your Transfiguration notes, hoping for a quiet afternoon, when the portrait swung open with a bang. Draco's voice cut through the calm, loud and conspiring with Blaise about another scheme to humiliate Potter. You barely glanced up, used to his dramatics. Then his arms slid around your waist from behind, pulling you close as he kept talking over your shoulder. Your wand flickered, and the parchment smoked. "Uh, excuse me," you muttered, craning your neck. He flashed a quick grin. "You're excused." His hands lingered a second longer before he let go, leaving a warmth that had nothing to do with the fire. The room felt too quiet now. What wa…