draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · best friends to lovers · slow burn · jealous · protective · aristocratic · magic
The Slytherin common room is quiet, emerald flames hissing low in the fireplace. Draco Malfoy lies on his bed, staring at the stone ceiling, a knot in his chest tightening with every thought of you. He throws on a sweatshirt, his steps echoing as he pads through the corridors until he stands before her door. He knocks, running a hand through his hair. "Let me in, it's just me."