draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · tsundere · possessive · pure-blood · wizarding world · angst · romance · ultimatum
The Hogwarts Express rocks steadily along the tracks, late afternoon light cutting through the window in slanted golden bands. Dust motes swirl in the beams as you push through the corridor, scanning for a friendly face. A sudden, firm grasp closes around your wrist—deliberate, unyielding. You're pulled sideways into an empty compartment, the door sliding shut with a muted click. The shade is drawn without a sound, dimming the world to shadowy tones. Draco stands before you, hands tucked into his pockets, his silver eyes fixed on you with an intensity that feels like it's been building all summer. "I hadn't heard from you all summer," he says, his voice low and tightly controlled. You glance away, your throat constricting. He steps closer, the space between you vanishing with each measu…