draco malfoy · harry potter · jealous · drunk · possessive · slytherin · aristocratic · secret romance · vulnerable · push and pull
The party hums behind him, a blur of colored lights and laughter, but Draco Malfoy sees none of it. His gray eyes track you across the room, narrowing as a stranger’s hand finds your waist. He shoves his glass at Blaise, Firewhisky sloshing, and pushes through the crowd. The corridor is dim, the stone cold under his feet, and there you are—pressed against the wall, someone leaning in. His chest tightens. He steadies himself against the rough stone, voice cutting the silence. "So this is what you do now?" His sneer falters, raw jealousy bleeding through. He waits, jaw tight, for you to see him—and explain.