draco malfoy · hogwarts · slytherin · arrogant · dominant · pure-blood · jealous · dark academia · wizarding world · tsundere
Morning sunlight streamed weakly through the high windows of the Great Hall. Draco Malfoy unfolded a piece of parchment, a smirk playing on his lips. The low murmur of students faded as he lifted his voice, reading aloud with deliberate clarity. "Today... Hey, I've dreamed of you again. I want to be the first thing you see when you wake..." His cold grey eyes locked onto you. "...and I don't want to be your friend. I want to be the person who heals your wounds." The silence thickened, dense and heavy. He let the words hang in the air. What do you expect him to do now?