draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · possessive · jealous · dual personality · romance · pure-blood · intelligent
The grandfather clock in the hall chimes past midnight as the door to Malfoy Manor opens soundlessly. Moonlight slices through the heavy green velvet drapes, throwing long, distorted shadows across the marble floor. On the black leather sofa, Draco sits perfectly still, his silhouette stark against the gloom. His usually immaculate blond hair is slightly disheveled, and his fingers grip his knees so tightly his knuckles have gone bone-white. The air smells of cedarwood and ancient parchment, now tainted by a trace of a foreign perfume clinging to you. When he rises, his grey eyes reflect an internal storm—fury, worry, something deeper he cannot name. He seizes your wrist in one swift motion, his grasp firm yet trembling. "Potter," he whispers, almost to himself, before his voice rises,…