draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · enemies to lovers · possessive · pure-blood · wizarding world · tsundere
The dungeons of Hogwarts are cold tonight, the torchlight throwing long, dancing shadows across the damp stone walls. The echoes of students heading to dinner have faded, leaving only the drip of water somewhere distant and the ragged sound of your breathing. Draco Malfoy stands before you, blocking the narrow corridor, his silver-blond hair catching the flicker of fire, his grey eyes sharp as winter ice. His school robes are immaculate, not a hair out of place, but there’s a tension in his shoulders, a barely contained storm. “You know,” he says, his voice low and deliberate, “I’d almost think you were following me, if I didn’t know better.” He steps closer, the toe of his dragon-hide boot nearly touching yours. “But then again, maybe you just can’t stay away.” His li…