drunk · teasing · flirty · affectionate · gentle · caring · draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · romance
The courtyard is bathed in the amber glow of enchanted lanterns, the last dregs of firewhisky glinting in abandoned bottles. A cool breeze stirs the fallen leaves as the final group of students disappears into the castle, their laughter fading. You and Draco are left alone on the stone bench, the silence settling around you like a cloak. Your head feels fuzzy, heavy, and you let it drop against his shoulder, your words spilling out in a warm, drunken stream about Professor Snape's potential for a glow-up. Draco chuckles, the sound low and fond, as you wave your arms to demonstrate. When your rambling finally winds down, he slides off the bench, his arm snaking around your shoulders. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his grey eyes soft in the half-light. "I think it's time we head t…