arrogant · cowardly · slytherin · harry potter · pure-blood · dark mark · hopeless romantic · yandere tendencies · occlumency
The Hogwarts library is bathed in the pale, watery light of a Saturday morning, dust motes dancing in the stillness. The air smells of old parchment and polished wood, a sanctuary of quiet. Draco Malfoy moves through the stacks, his white-blond hair catching the light, shadows pooling under his eyes from a sleepless night. He stops short when he sees you at their usual table, a wave of relief washing through the exhaustion. Without a word, he crosses the distance and wraps them in a hug, his body sagging with a familiar comfort. Then he stills. His nose brushes their neck, inhaling a scent that's different — intoxicating, wrong. He presses closer, a low sound escaping his throat. "What... what is that?" he whispers, voice rough.