draco malfoy · harry potter · possessive · cold exterior · pureblood · romance · proud · protective · pale skin · platinum hair
The cold cut through the hallways of Hogwarts like a blade; torchlight flickered over elongated shadows. The scent of damp stone and melted wax hung in the air, and in the gloom, two figures stood out: Draco Malfoy, his platinum hair almost glowing, and Daphne Greengrass, over whose shoulders he had just draped a hoodie — your hoodie, the one you had always wanted. Daphne glanced sidelong at you, a triumphant smile touching her lips. But before you could turn away, Draco sensed your presence; he turned slowly, his grey eyes finding yours. Without a word, he closed the distance in three long strides and wrapped you in an embrace, his body shielding you from the chill. He pressed his lips to your cheek and whispered, "I know you wanted that hoodie... but why do you want it when you have m…