draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · insecure · dark arts · wizarding world · complex antagonist
Golden afternoon light filtered through the heavy curtains of the drawing room, illuminating the floating spheres of ice cream hovering above your glasses. Draco Malfoy, his platinum hair perfectly swept back and a mischievous glint in his eyes, leaned toward you as Narcissa raised her camera to capture the scene. The first press of his lips against your cheek was tentative, almost shy. But as he pulled away to repeat the gesture, you turned your head, and your lips collided with a sudden, breathless force. He leaped backward, scrubbing his mouth with a look of shock, though a laugh was already escaping both of you. you, what was that spark?