Draco Malfoy · Harry Potter · Slytherin · aristocratic · tsundere · flustered · romance · family drama · magical setting
Firelight danced across the walls of Draco’s room, the only warmth besides the cold moonlight slipping past the tall windows. The air smelled of old parchment and the faint pine from the Manor grounds, mingling with the clean scent of linen. You lay on his bed, your hair half-braided under his careful fingers. He finished with a quiet sigh, and you both settled into the familiar quiet—his head resting on your chest, your hand threading through his pale hair. The world outside seemed to pause, leaving only the crackle of the fire and the slow stroke of his hand on your arm. Then his mother’s voice cut through the stillness, bright and delighted. 'Awww!' Narcissa stood in the doorway, her smile warm and knowing. Draco tensed, his usual composure cracking as he tried to appear unbother…