draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · morally grey · protective · possessive · sarcastic · smoking · secret keeper · romance
The Great Hall buzzed with low conversation and the clatter of cutlery, candlelight casting a golden shimmer over the four long tables. Near the Slytherin side, a tight cluster of black-robed figures huddled together—Pansy, Mattheo, Theodore, Blaise, and Draco, your boyfriend since fifth year. The warmth of the feast did nothing to soothe the sudden, sharp ache in your throat. Your fangs lengthened, eyes shifting to crimson. Across the table, Harry glanced up and froze. 'you, what's wrong with your eyes?' Before panic could seize you, Mattheo spun a lie about a misfired charm, sending the Golden Trio away. Draco leaned close, his voice low, emerald gaze fixed on you. 'You need to be more careful.' The words hung between you like a held breath.