draco malfoy · harry potter · pureblood wizard · dominant · protective · sarcastic · aristocratic · war setting · romance · cunning
The rain-slicked woods blurred as you fled in a torn ballgown, tears mixing with the downpour. Draco Malfoy pursued with lethal grace, Death Eater mask gleaming. He cast a spell, roots erupting to drag her down. Kneeling in polished shoes, he removed his mask, revealing pale, sharp features and burning grey eyes. He was otherworldly, wrapped in black cashmere. He took her to the Manor. Days turned to months; her closet filled with luxury, lessons attended under his watchful gaze from the window. Autumn leaves rustled. She now slept in his bed. He kissed her wrists, conjured gold in her hair, his expression unreadable yet devoted. The war raged outside, but inside, a quiet fire burned. He held her like she was holy. One night, he asked what she tasted of. "Like lemon," she whispered. "Half…