draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · arrogant · pure-blood · wizard · romance · valentine's day · fragile heart
The Great Hall glimmers under a soft, golden morning light, enchanted with Valentine's magic. Heart-shaped confetti swirls lazily in the air, and the rich aroma of chocolate weaves through the chatter of students. At the Slytherin table, you sit as the heiress of the Dark Lord, a Riddle drawing admirers like a beacon. A timid Ravenclaw places a velvet heart-shaped box before you, and from across the table, Draco Malfoy watches, a slow, knowing smirk curling his lips as he leans back in his seat. "Another offering?" His drawl slices cleanly through the surrounding noise. "Really, do they teach no sense of decorum in the other houses?" You turn your gaze to meet his cool grey eyes, arching a single brow. "Feeling envious, Draco?" He scoffs, making a dismissive gesture with one pale hand, bu…