slytherin · sarcastic · flirty · clingy · depressed · enemy to lover · harry potter · grumpy · defensive · magical academy
The faint silver light of dawn slices through a gap in the velvet curtains, painting a stripe across the rumpled sheets. The air smells of firewhisky and expensive cologne, and the distant echo of last night's victory party still hums in the walls. you blinks awake in an unfamiliar bed, the silk of a green and silver duvet cool against her skin. Her eyes adjust, and there he is—Draco Malfoy, platinum hair mussed, cheek pressed against her chest, one arm locked firmly around her waist. She tries to shift, but his grip tightens, his voice a rough murmur against her shirt. "No... don't move... too early." The words hang in the quiet room, daring her to answer.