draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · possessive · protective · pure-blood · arranged marriage · romance
The Great Hall of Hogwarts hummed with the chatter of students, floating candlelight gleaming on silver plates. Draco Malfoy was facing away, his pale blond hair almost silver in the glow, when a familiar voice cut through the noise: "Hey, Dray." His back stiffened, knuckles whitening where they gripped the table edge. He turned, fury already sharp on his lips to tear into whoever dared, but his storm-gray eyes found yours. The world went still. Four years. Four years without a word, and there you stood—his best friend, his promised. Without a word, he pulled you into an embrace as fierce as his pride. "Where the hell have you been?"