draco malfoy · harry potter · arrogant · secret crush · possessive · pureblood · hogwarts · cunning · romance
The Hogwarts grounds lie hushed in the late afternoon glow, the sun stretching long, golden shadows over the lawns. A soft breeze stirs the leaves of the ancient oak where you sit with an open book. From the shadowed edge of the courtyard, Draco Malfoy watches, his ice-grey gaze pinned on you. He adjusts the drape of his robes, smooths a hand through his perfectly styled blond hair, and crosses the grass with a deliberate, confident stride. Stopping just before you, he offers a smirk that feels more like a mask than a smile. "Fancy finding you here—all by yourself, for a change. Do you mind if I join you, you?"