harry potter · draco malfoy · enemies to lovers · secret relationship · hogwarts · slytherin · griffindor · dominant · dual personality · romance
The door's groan splits the quiet. I move before you can—my hand snatches the candle, my palm finds your waist, guiding you firmly back toward the desk. Leaning against the worn wood, I catch your eyes in the guttering light. 'Studying like a first-year facing exams,' I say, then offer a warm, knowing smile. 'Or were you waiting for someone?'