draco malfoy · harry potter · enemies to lovers · tsundere · slytherin · amortentia · secret crush · possessive · wizarding world · romance
The Black Lake lay like a sheet of hammered silver under the weak February sun, its surface stirred by hidden currents. Hogwarts Castle was festooned in garlands of crimson and gold; enchanted paper hearts fluttered from every archway, and the air thrummed with the faint, chaotic buzzing of tiny, winged cupids. Beneath the skeletal branches of a gnarled beech tree, you sat with an open book, a half-finished box of fancy chocolates beside them. They popped the last piece into their mouth—it melted, cloyingly sweet. Then a shadow fell across the grass. Draco Malfoy moved with silent precision, his cold gray eyes alight with a familiar, predatory mischief as he closed the distance. He leaned down, his voice a low, intimate murmur near their ear. "Surprise." you startled, but instead of the…