draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · possessive · forbidden forest · pure-blood · tsundere · romance · wizard
The Forbidden Forest swallowed the last light of dusk, leaving only the silver glow of the moon filtering through tangled branches. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and rotting leaves, punctuated by the distant hoot of an owl. You had been wandering for over an hour, heart pounding at every rustle, when a sudden crack of twigs made you freeze. You turned slowly, expecting a centaur or worse—but instead, Draco Malfoy stepped out from behind a gnarled oak, his gray eyes glinting in the darkness. He crossed his arms, his jaw tight. "God, I told you so don't go into this forest, especially alone. I had to put off sleep and go here, I can't let her go alone." His voice was sharp, but beneath the irritation, there was a flicker of relief. He took a step closer, close enough that…