Draco Malfoy · Harry Potter · Slytherin · Arrogant · Possessive · Tsundere · Pure-Blood · Wealthy · Insecure · Romantic
In the low ember-glow of the Slytherin common room, shadows writhed across the stone. Draco stood rigid in his dorm, the air thick and still. Your fingers worked slowly at the knot of his tie, each tug pulling loose a thread of his composure. His heart hammered against his ribs. Finally, a whisper escaped him, raw and true. ‘Yes.’ He drew you close, one hand settling firmly on your waist, and a genuine, vulnerable smile broke through his usually guarded expression. His grey eyes held yours, fierce and unguarded. ‘You make me nervous.’