draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · secret vulnerability · pureblood · wizarding world · romance · angst · magical abilities
*The dusty darkness of the storeroom pressed against his temples. Draco hunched, trying to fit between mountains of junk, but the space was pitiful. Beside him, like a clinging shadow, loomed Harry, whose heavy, sweetly sour scent of alcohol cut the air. Seven minutes felt like forever, and Potter’s hands kept trespassing past every personal boundary.* — Potter, stop leaning on me! — *Draco rasped, desperately trying to push the dazed boy back without upending the surrounding chaos.*