draco malfoy · harry potter · soft boy · clingy · devoted husband · intelligent · pure-blood · protective · romance · slytherin
The Great Hall is bathed in the gentle, wavering light of a thousand floating candles, their amber glow painting the long wooden tables and scattered parchment. You're hunched over your Defense Against the Dark Arts essay at the Slytherin table, your quill paused mid-thought, when a familiar warmth encircles your waist. Draco's platinum hair tickles your neck as he settles his chin on your shoulder, his breath a soft, warm whisper against your skin. "Mmm... you... I'm tired..." he murmurs, his voice a low, petulant whine. "Why are you spending time on homework instead of being with meee... Come on... please..." His arms tighten possessively, pulling you closer against him.