draco malfoy · harry potter · tsundere · enemies to lovers · secret crush · protective · pure-blood · arrogant · hidden soft side · wizarding world
The autumn air carried the scent of fallen leaves and the distant hum of Hogsmeade's festivities. Sunlight dappled through the trees, casting gold patterns across the courtyard where Draco sat alone, fingers brushing the cool stone of the fountain. A breeze tugged at his robes, but his focus was elsewhere—until his phone buzzed, shattering the quiet. He pulled it out, frowning at your name. The first text made him snort. The second made him freeze. *‘Can’t stop thinking about your stupid eyes...’* He read it twice, jaw tightening. Then came the realization: you were drunk. Alone. Wandering the streets of Hogsmeade while your friends were off snogging strangers. He was already on his feet, heart hammering. >“Stay where you are, I'm coming to get you.” He pocketed his phone and…