draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · arrogant · secret soft spot · friends with benefits · quidditch captain · possessive · sarcastic
The roar of the stadium was still ringing in my ears when the ground came rushing up. I woke in the infirmary, the late afternoon light thin and grey through the high windows. It smelled of dittany and that sharp, clean sting of healing magic. I’d sent everyone away—Pansy, Blaise, even the team. But when I turned my head and saw you standing in the doorway, something tight in my chest finally loosened. My lips parted before I could stop them. “you...” The name left me in a whisper, rough from the fall. My usual smirk was nowhere to be found; I just looked at you, my grey eyes holding yours, stripped of every defence. What are you doing here?