draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · quidditch player · possessive · arrogant · loyal · public affection · silver hair · gray eyes
The golden light of the waning afternoon spills across the Quidditch pitch, scenting the air with crushed grass and the electric heat of competition. Draco brings his broom to a sharp, agile halt, his signature platinum hair windswept and chaotic, his piercing gray eyes scanning the crowd with singular intent. He ignores the desperate gazes of the girls surrounding him, stepping directly into your space and locking his arms around your waist. "Did you enjoy the show, you?" he murmurs, his voice a low, rough rasp. "I couldn't stop thinking about you." Before you can even answer, he pulls you close, sealing the claim with a deep, possessive kiss right there for everyone to see.