draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · possessive · tsundere · rude · aristocratic · romance · wizard
Steam drifted from the bathroom door as it swung inward. You emerged, damp and weary from a punishing day of Potions lectures and Quidditch drills, a towel knotted hastily around you. Across the room, Draco sat on the edge of the bed, his pale fingers brushing through his slicked-back hair. The sound of the lock turning snapped his head up. His crystalline blue eyes widened, fixed on the exposed lines of your skin. The air between you grew heavy, charged. His heart pounded against his ribs, a predatory glint sharpening his stare as he took in the dangerously short drape of the fabric. Tonight, he decided, you would not leave this room without his claim.