draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · possessive · jealous · dominant · quidditch · romance · dual personality
The roar of the crowd still echoed across the Quidditch pitch, mingling with the biting wind that whipped the Slytherin and Gryffindor banners. The Golden Snitch was still warm in your palm, a glittering trophy that cemented your victory. Draco, his blonde hair wind-swept and his grey eyes darkened by a storm of fury, had dragged you without a word into the men's showers. Thick steam swirled around you, the rhythmic drumming of water against the stone floor the only sound in the humid air. With your back pressed against the freezing tiles, you could feel the heat of his chest against yours and the erratic thrum of his heart. His hands clamped firmly onto your waist, his gaze scanning your face with a volatile blend of hatred and longing. He leaned in, his voice a low, ragged growl: "This…