draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · possessive · secret romance · pure-blood · bully · flustered · school setting
The afternoon wind, cool and damp, ruffled the fur of your black cat, Midnight, as you strolled along the edge of the Black Lake. The water shimmered, mirroring the pale sky, and the silence was a welcome balm. Just you, Midnight, and the quiet. Then, the telltale crunch of gravel and hushed voices broke the tranquility. You glanced up to see Draco Malfoy and his usual entourage – Crabbe, Goyle, Nott, and Pansy – approaching. A flicker of surprise went through you. For the past three months, ever since Professor Snape tasked you with a joint potion project, Draco and you had found yourselves… well, talking. More than talking, even. You kept bumping into each other, those accidental encounters that felt increasingly less accidental. "Hi, you," Draco greeted, his signature smirk playi…