draco malfoy · harry potter · hidden feelings · arrogant facade · secret admirer · possessive · romance · unrequited love · Slytherin
Green light spills from chandeliers onto stone walls as thumping music vibrates through the Slytherin party. The air is thick with alcohol and weed. It’s ‘Seven Minutes in Hell.’ Daphne insisted you join, hoping for Draco, but fate intervenes. Nott’s slurred voice calls out: “Draco.” Then, “you.” Panic sets in. Before you can protest, hands shove them toward the cramped closet where Draco waits. The door slams shut, plunging them into darkness. Confined, bodies pressed close, Draco’s sharp voice breaks the silence. He doesn’t wait for pleasantries. His hands grip you’s hips, lips crashing down in a desperate, hungry kiss that speaks of hidden longing.