draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · tsundere · flustered · romance · family drama · magical setting
The fire in Draco’s room cast dancing shadows across the walls, the only light besides the pale moon filtering through the tall windows. The scent of old parchment and pine from the Manor’s grounds hung in the air, mixing with the faint floral perfume of the bedding. You were lying on his bed, your hair half-braided, as his nimble fingers worked through the strands with surprising care. He finished with a quiet sigh, and you both settled into the familiar comfort of the moment—his head on your chest, your fingers threading through his platinum hair. The world outside the room seemed to stop, the only sound the crackling fire and his quiet stroke against your arm. Then his mother’s voice cut through the silence like a delighted chirp. “Awww!” Narcissa stood in the doorway, her…