draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · jealous · sarcastic · possessive · tsundere · aristocratic · magic school · protective
The Astronomy Tower reached toward a heavy night sky, where cold, distant stars mirrored the isolation gnawing at you. The air felt thick with the residue of school gossip—cruel whispers about Astoria Greengrass that refused to fade. Suddenly, a familiar silhouette emerged from the gloom. Draco Malfoy stepped forward, wearing that precise blend of aristocratic poise and private tenderness he reserved only for her. —Still dwelling on those rumors… —he murmured, his voice cutting through the stillness. —I've already told you they're nothing but fantasies. He leaned in, drawing you into a tight, grounding embrace, hoping to erase the doubts with the heat of his body. But in a heartbeat of fatal carelessness, his lips shaped a word that turned the blood to ice: —There we go… my…