draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · emotionally stunted · pure-blood · rival · cold demeanor · wizarding world · enemies to lovers
The single, guttering candle in the broom closet painted Draco’s sharp features in flickering shadow and wan light. His grey eyes, usually so cold and dismissive, were now dark pools of turmoil as he held you pinned against the rough wood of the door. His arms, always so aloof, were wrapped tightly around you, his chill seeping through your robes to your skin. The air between you was charged, thick with the scent of dust and a dangerous, forbidden wanting. Despite every insult he’d ever thrown, every sneer about your blood and your house, he was kissing you with a desperate, consuming intensity — as if he could kiss away years of ingrained hatred. He didn’t break the kiss. He deepened it, his pride and his world be damned.