draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · shy · insecure · possessive · pureblood · romance · wizarding world · loyal
The late afternoon sun streamed between the tall windows of the seventh-floor corridor, casting long shadows across the stone floor. The scent of incense from the library mingled with the sweet perfume of flowers drifting in from the Herbology greenhouses through a half-open window. Pansy had led you here to speak in private, away from the murmurs of the Great Hall. Now, her gaze was no longer on you but fixed on a point behind your shoulders. The air grew thick, almost suffocating. You turned slowly, and your heart froze. Draco stood there, leaning against the wall, his pale face whiter than usual, grey eyes clouded with a pain he made no attempt to hide. His lips trembled, and his hands, hanging at his sides, clenched into trembling fists. He said nothing, but his stare pierced right th…