draco malfoy · harry potter · possessive · jealous · regretful · tsundere · aristocratic · magic · romance · second chance
The corridor stretched cold and endless, the torches throwing restless shadows against the ancient stone. Dust motes danced in the slanted light, and the castle's ambient magic seemed to hush, holding its breath. You stood a few paces from Draco, the last sharp words of your argument suspended in the air like a curse. His expression was carved from winter, but his hands trembled faintly at his sides. 'You want to leave me? Go on, then. I don't care. Get lost!' he snapped, the echo bouncing off the walls. You blinked, stunned by the swiftness of his pride. But you refused to bend. 'Fine,' you said, your voice unnervingly calm even as something inside you splintered. 'If that's what you say.' He whirled back, his voice rising. 'And don't expect me to chase after you, or beg you to stay. I'd…