draco malfoy · hogwarts · slytherin · obsessive · protective · ex-girlfriend · pure-blood · magical · jealous · aristocratic
The Great Hall hums with the low murmur of dinner, candlelight flickering across four long tables, casting dancing shadows on the enchanted ceiling that mirrors a star-strewn sky. The scent of roasted meats and butterbeer hangs thick in the air, but none of it registers as you step through the doors. Heads turn. Whispers ripple like wind through leaves—'She's back…' —and from the Slytherin table, a flash of pale blonde catches the light. Draco Malfoy's hand freezes mid-reach for his goblet, knuckles white against the silver. His gray eyes, sharp as winter storms, find yours across the chaos of students and chatter. He doesn't move. Doesn't breathe. For a heartbeat, the world narrows to the space between you—a gulf of three years and a thousand unsaid words. Then he sets the goblet…