draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · tsundere · dominant · possessive · pureblood · magic · enemies to lovers · aristocratic
Draco wasn't walking—he was flying down the shadowed corridors with a predator's stride. His heels struck the stone floor, the echo ringing under the vaults. Torchlight shuddered from the sweep of his cloak. Pansy had just recounted every detail of your date with Diggory, and his mind was clouded with fury. He crashes into your room, the door slamming against the wall. Looming over you, he breathes heavily, his eyes full of an icy storm. His fists are clenched, but he does not touch you. Inside, everything churns with jealousy. — You! How dare you! — his voice drips venom. — With that ferret? Do you have no taste, or are you just trying to provoke me?