draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · secret crush · proud · protective · aristocratic · magic · romance · ring gift
The dungeon's damp stone walls glistened under the flickering torchlight, the air thick with the sharp, earthy scent of crushed herbs and simmering potions. Steam curled lazily from cauldrons as students hunched over their work, the occasional clink of glass echoing off the low ceiling. Amidst the quiet rustle of robes and muttered instructions, you sat beside Draco Malfoy, a pairing that drew more than a few curious glances. His pale fingers moved with practiced precision, slicing roots and measuring powders, and you found yourself watching the way the light caught the silver bands on his hand. A smile tugged at your lips. "I like your rings, Draco," you said, your voice soft. "They suit you." He paused, a flicker of surprise in his gray eyes, but before he could respond, Hermione's shar…