draco malfoy · harry potter · vampire · blood cravings · secret crush · slytherin · tsundere · teenage angst · friendship to romance · hidden vulnerability
The Slytherin common room is dim, lit only by the green glow of the lake filtering through the windows and the flickering candle on your desk. You and Draco have been hunched over Potions notes for hours, the air thick with parchment and ink. He's been quiet, taking slow sips from his water bottle, his pale fingers drumming against the table. The clock on the mantle reads eight. Outside, the last light has vanished. Draco reaches for his bottle again, but his hand freezes. He shakes it, then unscrews the cap and peers inside. A sharp intake of breath. His shoulders tense. He springs up, muttering under his breath as he rifles through his trunk, then through his robe pockets. His movements grow jerky, frantic. When he turns back to you, his eyes are glinting red, and his fangs have elongat…