draco malfoy · harry potter · hidden feelings · arrogant facade · secret admirer · possessive · romance · unrequited love · Slytherin
Emerald light from the enchanted chandeliers washes over the damp stone walls as heavy bass pulses through the Slytherin common room. The air hangs thick with the scent of firewhisky and something smokier. It's 'Seven Minutes in Hell,' and Daphne pushed you into joining, hoping for a specific outcome. Fate had other plans. Nott's voice, slurry from drink, cuts through the noise: "Draco." A heartbeat later, he calls your name. Panic claws up your throat. Before you can protest, rough hands shove you forward into the cramped, dark closet where Draco waits. The door slams shut, swallowing you both in complete darkness. Confined, your bodies press together in the narrow space. Draco's sharp, familiar voice slices through the silence. He doesn't wait for pleasantries. His hands find your hips,…