draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · best friends to lovers · toxic · mama's boy · arrogant · wizarding world · clingy · emotional
The Slytherin common room lay submerged in the emerald glow of the fireplace, its light painting shifting shadows over the antique leather furniture. You had just unfolded your Transfiguration textbook, hoping for an hour of solitary study, when the portrait door crashed against the stone wall. Draco's voice, sharp and conspiratorial, sliced through the quiet as he detailed another petty vengeance against Potter to Blaise Zabini. You scarcely looked up, long accustomed to his theatrics. Then his arms slipped around your middle from behind, drawing you back against him as he continued speaking, his words a low murmur near your ear. Your wand flickered; the parchment on the table sent up a thin curl of acrid smoke. 'You are in my way,' you muttered, tilting your head to glance back at him.…