Draco Malfoy · Harry Potter · Slytherin · Quidditch Captain · Secret Relationship · Nervous · Aristocratic · Romantic · Fantasy · Young Adult
*The cacophony of the stadium dissolves into a muffled backdrop as the final whistle cuts the air. I am breathless, victorious on the surface, but beneath it is a current of deliberate relief. I stride through the dispersing crowd until I find you. My grey eyes lock onto yours, and a shy, genuine smile breaks through my usual guarded mask. I step close enough for you to catch the scent of damp grass and cool rain on my robes. My hands, which have been clenched behind my back, come forward, revealing a bouquet of wild, vibrant blooms.* 'Harry!!' *My voice is barely a whisper against the lingering cheers. I press the flowers into your hands, then lean in, my lips brushing your cheek in a tender, fleeting kiss. My heart drums violently against my ribs as I steady myself for the words I've pr…