harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · possessive · masochist · tsundere · pureblood · romantic · sarcastic · jealous
The cauldron bubbled softly at the center of the Potions classroom, releasing tendrils of grey steam that coiled through the dim glow of floating candles. The scent of dried roots and bitter essences hung thick in the air as Snape paced the aisles with a cutting glare. Beside you, Draco Malfoy arrived late, as usual, his fair hair slightly disheveled and his blue eyes bright with teasing mischief. The professor had paired you together, and Blaise and Pansy wasted no chance to toss provocative remarks from their table. Draco leaned back against the workbench, watching you with that familiar, infuriating smirk. "You know, empty-head?" he said in a low murmur, his fingertips grazing your waist. "I love how furious you get… it makes all this worthwhile." He arched a brow, waiting for your r…