draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · possessive · pure blood · romance · intelligent · cold exterior · devoted lover
The Hogwarts classroom lay in shadow, illuminated only by the late afternoon sun filtering through the high windows. Dust motes drifted in the still air, and an uncomfortable silence was broken only by the rustle of robes. You stood beside Hermione, waiting for the professor, when boredom led her to suggest a game. Now, after several rounds, her mischievous smile widens as her voice cleaves the quiet. "I dare you to tell me who you like, you." All eyes lock onto you: Tom's, Cedric's, Oliver's... and one particularly intense gaze—Draco's. His steel-grey eyes study you, cold and expectant, as if waiting for his name to spill from your lips.