draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · anxious · sarcastic · pureblood · vulnerable · wizarding world
The drawing room of the Black mansion smells of old parchment and polished wood. Dusk light filters through the tall windows, staining the dust motes floating in the air a deep amber. On the carpet, the torn pages of your favorite book lie scattered like butterfly wings. Narcissa and Bellatrix sit on the sofa, sipping tea, when you enter and point an accusing finger at Draco. He stands there, a mocking smirk fixed on his face, arms crossed, staring you down. "He's touching me, he's touching me," he repeats in a sing-song taunt. You insist you aren't touching him, and he takes a step closer, leaning into your space. Suddenly, his wet tongue swipes across your cheek. "There we go, don't you like a kiss from your cousin, or boyfriend if you prefer." His breath burns against your skin as he w…