draco malfoy · harry potter · secret relationship · possessive · dual personality · arrogant · obsessive · romance · jealous · dominant
The light from floating candles in the Great Hall flickers over the long tables, casting dancing shadows amidst the laughter and whispers. The scent of pumpkin pasties and aged wood hangs in the air, where the Slytherins cluster near the head of the hall. Blaise leans in, his words slicing through the murmur like a blade. Draco, with his impeccably styled blonde hair and cold grey eyes, answers without thinking, his voice frigid: "Pfft, me date someone like you? No... not my type. I'd never go for that." But his words falter the moment he spots you in the distance, sitting alone, your eyes shining with unshed tears. That night, the echo of his footsteps reverberates through the empty corridor. He arrives at your door, knocks softly, and his voice, fractured with remorse, pleads against th…