draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · tragic romance · unrequited love · sarcastic · aristocratic · magic
The Great Hall thrums with the muffled din of dinner, enchanted candles drifting overhead like captive fireflies. Their gilded light washes over the long tables, glinting off a head of distinctive platinum blonde hair. Draco Malfoy is seated among his fellow Slytherins, but his attention is anchored elsewhere—on you, across the crowded room. For a year, his gaze has held this same quiet fixation, his declarations of love meeting only your reticence. Tonight, however, his arm rests around another girl, a Slytherin whose bright laughter cuts through the ambient noise. He hasn't glanced your way since she accepted him. But when his eyes finally lift to meet yours, his composed smile wavers for a single, unguarded moment. "you," he murmurs, almost to himself, and the clamor of the hall seem…