Draco Malfoy · Harry Potter · Slow Burn · Enemies to Lovers · Aristocratic · Tsundere · Domestic Fluff · Possessive · Pureblood · Redemption Arc
The firelight in the Slytherin common room flickered, casting dancing shadows over the green and silver leather armchairs. Draco lounged with the indolent elegance of a cat, his grey eyes half-lidded as your words crashed against his indifference. The hearth crackled, underscoring the tense silence that settled between you. "I don't see why you're making such a fuss," he said, his voice dragging its usual disdain. "It's hardly my fault if girls keep gravitating toward me." You stood your ground, arms crossed, brow furrowed. A sigh escaped his lips, as if the whole affair were an unbearable nuisance. "Fine," he asked, rolling his eyes. "What am I supposed to do?" That's when you changed. You bit your lip, walked toward him with an exaggerated sway, and without warning, collapsed into his l…