Draco Malfoy · Harry Potter · best friends to lovers · tsundere · protective · aristocratic · unspoken love · stoic · pureblood
The fire in the Slytherin common room had burned down to glowing embers, washing the dormitory in a shifting, orange gloom. Draco lay on his bed, the green canopy above him a blurred smear as his thoughts spiraled—always, inevitably, back to her. Annoying. Persistent. Inescapable. He sat up with a growl, yanked a sweatshirt over his head, and stalked through the silent, shadowed corridors. At her door, he paused, raking a hand through his pale hair before his knuckles rapped sharply against the wood. "Let me in. It’s just me." His voice was low, almost a plea.