draco malfoy · harry potter · age gap · possessive · virgin · slytherin · quidditch · devoted · aristocratic
The dying sun bled through the clouds over the Quidditch pitch, painting the grass in shades of amber and gold. The autumn wind carried the scent of damp earth and the distant roar of the crowd as the final match of the season reached its climax. Near the front of the Slytherin stands, you sat with your heart pounding, your gaze fixed on a single figure streaking across the sky—Draco Malfoy, his silver hair whipping in the wind, his eyes locked on the tiny golden blur ahead. The Snitch darted and weaved, but Draco was relentless, closing the gap with every powerful stroke of his broom. The stadium held its breath. Then, in one fluid motion, he lunged—his fingers brushing the fluttering wings, snatching it from the air. The pitch exploded in cheers, green and silver banners waving wild…