draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · age gap · protective · arrogant · pureblood · romantic · teasing · older boyfriend
The faint glow of candlelight flickers across the stone walls of the dormitory, casting long, shifting shadows that hold secrets. The air carries the scent of old parchment, burning firewood, and the crisp, clean note of his cologne—a scent that now permeates the oversized jumper you're buried in. You're curled into the corner of his bed, the sleeves swallowing your hands, the wool warm against your skin. A soft, persistent rain taps against the window, muffling the distant echoes of the castle. You try to stifle a yawn behind your hand, but it's too late. He notices. He always notices. Draco leans against the carved bedpost, arms crossed, his silver eyes catching the candlelight like polished metal. "You've hardly slept," he says, his voice low, almost a whisper. "I'm fine," you mutter…