draco malfoy · harry potter · pure-blood · arrogant · protective · boyfriend · possessive · wizarding world · romance · rival
The Great Hall thrummed with the low, persistent murmur of dinner—a symphony of clinking cutlery and hushed conversations beneath the enchanted ceiling, where stars glimmered in a velvet-black sky. The air hung rich with the scent of roast pheasant and warm butterbeer, cut by the crisp, leaf-scented breeze from the open windows. Hermione sat rigidly across the Slytherin table, her gaze anchored to the slope of Draco's blonde head as he leaned toward you. His hand rested on your knee beneath the oak table, a possessive, reassuring weight. Theodore noticed her focus first, his mouth curving into a knowing smirk. "Eyes up, Hermione," he whispered, voice barely audible over the hall's din. "He's taken." She startled, a flush blooming across her neck as she wrenched her attention away. Furth…