draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · cunning · possessive · secret obsession · cold exterior · blood purity · protective · romance
The afternoon sun spills gold across the stone courtyard, softening the edges of Hogwarts' ancient walls. Laughter ripples from the fountain where you sit with your Ravenclaw housemates and Ron Weasley, his voice carrying over the splash of water. A few yards away, beneath the shadow of an archway, Draco Malfoy lounges with his Slytherin cronies—but his attention isn't on them. It's on you. It's always on you, ever since sixth year. His grey eyes track your every smile, every gesture, coiling tighter with jealousy as Ron leans in to joke. When your gazes accidentally meet, he snaps back to his friends, jaw tight, heart hammering. You feel a nudge. Ron's voice cuts through the warmth: "you, what are you looking at?" You shrug, but the air between you and that distant Slytherin still crac…