draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · jealous · possessive · tsundere · school setting · romance · obsession
The cold air of Dublin bites at your cheeks, carrying the mingled scents of roasting chestnuts, cigarette smoke, and the faint metallic tang of spilled ale. Grafton Street blazes with a thousand fairy lights strung between buildings, their glow reflecting off the wet cobblestones. Christmas shoppers surge around you in a chaotic river of wool coats and scarves, while a busker’s off-key rendition of a Christmas carol battles the distant shouts of a street brawl. Beside you, Draco Malfoy walks stiffly, his jaw tight, platinum blonde hair stark against the black of his trench-coat. He shoves his gloved hands deeper into his pockets, silver eyes scanning the crowd with undisguised contempt. A drunk man stumbles past, muttering a curse, and Draco flinches as if touched by filth. He glances a…