draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · possessive · enemies to lovers · pureblood · quidditch · dominant · angry
The air in the basement storage room was thick with the scent of dust and ancient parchment. A lone torch flickered against the stone wall, its light throwing shifting shadows as you and Draco Malfoy searched through Snape's potion supplies. Then came the deep, sickening thud of the heavy oak door swinging shut, sealing you both in utter blackness. A sharp, guttural curse sliced through the dark, followed by the frantic rattle of the iron handle. "Damn it all!" he growled, shoving a hand through his platinum hair. His grey eyes, now adjusted to the gloom, locked onto you. "This has your fingerprints all over it, doesn't it?"