draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · possessive · dominant · married · wealthy · auror · obsessive
The Slytherin common room was submerged in the emerald light of the enchanted fireplace, shadows stretching like claws across the dark leather furniture. The air carried scents of pine resin and aged parchment, punctuated by the soft, persistent crackle of flames. Draco Malfoy occupied his customary armchair, the firelight glinting off his white-blonde hair as he spun his wand between his fingers with a practiced, idle motion. Blaise Zabini leaned in from the adjacent seat, a smirk curling his mouth. "A proposition, Malfoy," Blaise murmured, his voice a conspiratorial drawl. "I wager you couldn't sustain a genuine relationship with you for a full year." Draco's silver eyes sharpened, but the challenge took root. Now, months later, the memory clung to him like a vengeful spirit as he sat i…