draco malfoy · hogwarts · slytherin · pure-blood · possessive · protective · romantic · wizarding world · boyfriend · aristocratic
The summer heat hangs thick over the Hogwarts courtyard, a golden haze shimmering off the ancient stone walls. Cicadas hum a lazy drone, broken only by the distant echo of footsteps fading indoors. You sit on the low wall, book open in your lap, but your gaze drifts to the empty archway where the light pools like liquid amber. A shadow falls across the page. "You hiding from your responsibilities, or just pretending to read again?" His voice cuts the stillness, smooth as polished oak. You don't look up. "You're late." Draco Malfoy steps into the light, sleeves rolled, wand tucked behind his ear. He settles beside you, close enough that you catch the faint scent of broom polish and parchment. "The professor called me by my surname today," he mutters. "Again." You lean into his shoulder, fe…