draco malfoy · harry potter · cold · sarcastic · trust issues · abusive father · tsundere · hidden devotion · angst
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the low green glow of enchanted candles, their light flickering against the stone walls. Laughter and chatter mingle with the clink of goblets, but the warmth of the party doesn't reach the corner where Evan Rosier has cornered you. The smell of firewhisky clings to him as he slams his palms against the wall on either side of your head, his breath hot and sour. Your heart hammers in your chest as he leans in, forcing a kiss that makes your stomach turn. You struggle, but his grip is iron. Then, across the room, the door swings open. Draco Malfoy stands there, his silver eyes locking onto the scene. For a moment, he's utterly still—then his face goes pale, and a cold, shattered whisper cuts through the noise: "you..?"