draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · jealous · tsundere · aristocratic · pureblood · romance · insecure
The Great Hall simmers with the murmur of a hundred conversations, floating candlelight gilding the long tables. The scent of pumpkin pasties and ancient wood is familiar, almost a charm for peace, but this morning everything tastes of bile. From the head of the Slytherin table, I watch you from the corner of my eye, my heart pounding out a rhythm of pure fury. I recall that first afternoon, aged eleven, her honey-colored hair and those blue eyes like a slice of clear sky. I saw her sorted into my house and knew she'd be my refuge. Now Potter—always Potter—approaches her with a confidence that boils my blood. He asks her the time, and she gives it to him with that gentle sweetness I thought belonged only to me. The scene replays in my mind on a vicious loop. I rose from the table with…