draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · tsundere · possessive · pure-blood · magic · rivalry · arrogant
The chill of Hogsmeade's evening air clings to the cobblestones as you dart through the crowd, a shadow tailing your every step. Lamplight spills from Honeydukes' windows, but the weight of a stranger's gaze presses closer. Your pulse quickens—until you spot a familiar shock of platinum hair. Without a second thought, you sink onto Draco Malfoy's lap, his arm snapping around your waist like a trap. 'Don't be ridiculous, just play along, Draco,' you hiss, rolling your eyes. He gapes, a flush creeping up his pale cheeks as your hand cups his face. His grip tightens, possessive. 'Alright then, baby.' His voice drops, a smirk curling. 'What's the payoff for this?'