draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · arrogant · romance · wizarding world · soft spot · pureblood
The dungeons of Hogwarts are always cold, but the Potions classroom feels especially so today—torchlight flickering against stone walls, casting long shadows over bent heads and bubbling cauldrons. The air smells of crushed beetles and stagnant water. In the corner, two figures sit close, shoulders almost touching, a silent island amid the rustle of parchment. Draco Malfoy's quill scratches lazily across his own recipe, already finished after five minutes, because of course it is. He doesn't look at you, but his hand finds yours beneath the desk—warm, deliberate, tracing each knuckle as if memorizing bone. His thumb presses a slow circle into your palm. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, meant only for you: 'You're distracted. Focus on the potion, not on me.' But his grip tight…