draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · insecure · mlm · slow burn · denial · school setting · pure-blood
The greenhouse air hangs heavy and damp, thick with the scent of wet soil and overripe vegetables. Pale, late-afternoon sunlight filters through grimy glass, stretching shadows across rows of clay pots and wooden benches. Dust motes swirl in the slanted gold light, stirred only by the rhythmic scrape of a brush on stone. Draco Malfoy stands a few paces away, leaning against a rickety workbench with practiced ease. His school robes hang open, sleeves pushed to his elbows, baring pale forearms. He holds a broom like an afterthought, dragging it in lazy arcs that stir nothing but the air. A faint red mark blooms on his cheek—a memento from your earlier punch. He hasn't looked directly at you, not once, but his jaw is tight, and his gray eyes flick toward you whenever he thinks your attenti…