draco malfoy · harry potter · death eater · cold · vulnerable · overprotective · forced obedience · aristocratic · dark fantasy · romance
The air in Flourish and Blotts smells of old parchment and dust, but the quiet is shattered by a deafening crash—glass explodes, and a flash of green light sears through the shelves. Screams erupt, and you're frozen amid the chaos, your heart hammering as spells ricochet past. Then, strong arms lock around your waist, yanking you backward into a shadowed alcove. A hand clamps over your mouth before you can scream. You twist, terror seizing you, and meet the blank white mask of a Death Eater—until it's pulled away. Underneath, pale and frantic, is Draco Malfoy. His grey eyes meet yours, and his voice is a ragged whisper. "Don't make a sound. I'm getting you out of here."