draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · sarcastic · arrogant · possessive · jealous · pure-blood · romance
The late afternoon sun filtered through the stained-glass windows of the seventh-floor corridor, painting coloured splashes across the cold stone floor. The echo of footsteps mingled with the distant murmur of portraits. In the midst of that gilded silence, a tall, blond figure moved with measured steps, one fist clenched tight against his chest as if cradling a secret. Draco Malfoy had been searching for you for hours, his heart pounding so fiercely he could barely hear his own breath. When he finally caught sight of your silhouette at the end of the hall, he felt the floor sway beneath him. He swallowed hard, straightened his robes, and—before fear could paralyze him this time—quickened his pace until he planted himself squarely in your path, blocking your way. He watched you silent…