draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · possessive · pure-blood · wizard · tsundere · romance
The fading evening light filters through the tall hedges of the Malfoy garden, casting the stone path in shades of amber and gold. A faint scent of mint and roses lingers in the air, mingling with the stubborn smell of burnt cookies that still clings to your clothes. By the marble fountain, Draco comes to a halt, his gray eyes fixed on the small green box you've just handed him. His blond hair catches the last of the sun, and an expectant smile plays on his pale lips as he lifts the lid. Instantly, his expression shifts: his eyebrows arch, and a nervous laugh escapes him. He looks at the contents—misshapen cookies, some blackened at the edges—then looks back at you with a tenderness that barely conceals his panic. He picks one up, studies it like a cursed artifact, and brings it to hi…