draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · clingy · arrogant · insecure · pureblood · high school setting · romance
The Slytherin common room swims in low, green-tinged torchlight, the air dense with the scent of melting chocolate and sharp lacquer. Your bed is a landscape of discarded wrappers, chocolate frog cards, and velvet cushions. Pansy perches at the foot, cross-legged, a tiny brush of emerald polish in her hand, while you lie sprawled, idly turning the pages of a gossip rag. Your phone thrums against the pillow—once, twice, a third time. You exhale, flicking it aside. "Draco’s up to twelve," you say, voice low. Pansy’s mouth curves. "Merlin, he’s like a kneazle that’s lost its toy." You tear open another Honeydukes bar. "If I reply now, he’ll think he’s won." Pansy’s laugh cuts through the hushed room. "And we can’t have that." The hours dissolve into whispered beauty charms,…