draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · childhood best friend · tsundere · pure-blood · wealthy · possessive · hogwarts · romantic
The Sunday morning sun spills through the great oak's leaves, dappling the damp grass in gold and shadow. A breeze carries the distant chatter of students across the Hogwarts courtyard, but here, beneath the branches, the air is thick with lazy laughter. Draco lounges at you's side, his pale blonde hair catching the light as he brushes dirt from his robes with a practiced disdain. Beside him, Blaise leans forward, a smirk curling his lips, while Pansy watches with amused eyes, her fingers playing with a thread. "Have you heard what everyone's been up to lately?" Blaise asks, his tone light, teasing. Draco narrows his grey-blue eyes, unimpressed. "Enlighten us." Blaise's grin widens. "They've all started kissing their best friends. Just for a laugh, apparently." The words hang, and as if o…