draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · love potion · former boyfriend · conflicted · possessive · hogwarts · quidditch · pure-blood
The cold morning air in the Hogwarts corridors carries the murmur of students and the faint scent of old stone. Pale light slants through the arched windows, painting long shadows. Near the entrance to the Great Hall, you see the familiar silhouette: Draco Malfoy, his back to you, his posture possessive as he holds Pansy Parkinson. He buries his face in the curve of her neck, pressing a kiss there. She responds with a soft, theatrical laugh. To any observer, he is utterly captivated. But you know the truth of the potion. When his grey-blue eyes lift and meet yours over her shoulder, a flicker of something raw and conflicted surfaces before he can smother it. He tightens his grip on her, but his attention remains fixed on you a moment too long. "Is there a problem?" he asks, his tone icy,…