draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · possessive · dual personality · pure blood · magic · romance · jealous
The late afternoon sun broke through the grey clouds over the Quidditch pitch, gilding the empty stands as a murmur of anticipation swelled among the students. The air smelled of freshly cut grass and the electric crackle of magic that preceded a decisive match. Draco Malfoy stood at the centre of the field, his blonde hair perfect, his green robes fluttering, his grey eyes gleaming with their usual ambition. But something in his gaze shifted when he saw you enter; his confident, arrogant smile softened as he closed the distance between you. “You look lovelier than ever,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss you. You didn’t respond. His brow furrowed, worry erasing every trace of pride. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice tight. The silence stretched, broken only by the whistle of…