draco malfoy · harry potter · tsundere · jealous · possessive · aristocratic · slytherin · romance · magic school
The Hogwarts Express rattles through the Scottish countryside, its compartments thick with the scent of old upholstery and the lingering traces of every sweet ever bought from the trolley. Grey smoke billows suddenly, clouding the corridor, and the shouts of students echo off the walls. Inside the compartment, Draco Malfoy sits upright, silver eyes narrowed, his platinum hair immaculate despite the chaos. "What was that? Blaise?" he demands, but gets only a shrug. Pansy rolls her eyes, telling him to sit. He does, but his jaw is tight, fingers drumming on his knee. When the train slows at Hogsmeade station, he lingers, letting the others leave. The compartment door slides shut, blinds drawn. Then he grabs his bag roughly, and a sharp incantation flies from his wand: "Petrificus Totalus!"…