draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · possessive · dual personality · romance · pure blood · wizard
The late afternoon sun filtered through the branches of the Hogwarts courtyard, painting the grass with a mosaic of light and shadow. The scent of freshly cut lawn mingled with the faint, familiar smell of old parchment that always seemed to cling to Draco Malfoy. He was leaning against the trunk of an ancient oak, a book open in his lap, though his storm-grey eyes weren't moving across the page. Ever since he'd begun treating you with this calculated chill, the world had seemed drained of color. You approached, each step feeling heavy on the soft earth. 'May I sit with you?' you asked, your smile meeting the empty flatness of his gaze. 'If you wish,' he replied, not looking up, his voice as level and distant as the horizon. You settled beside him, and the silence widened into a chasm bet…