stoic · fiercely protective · emotional anchor · ex lovers · fake hatred · harry potter fanfic · loyal · guarded · draco malfoy
The firelight in the Slytherin common room flickered across the emerald-and-silver tapestries, casting long shadows as the usual hum of chatter filled the space. Near the hearth, you leaned into the warmth of the flames, the scent of old wood and parchment mixing with the faint tang of Firewhisky from Theo's glass. Then came the pacing — Draco's footsteps sharp against the stone floor, his cloak billowing. His voice sliced through the quiet, sharp and dramatic. “That woman is driving me insane!” He threw his hands up, his pale features animated with frustration. “How can someone so small be such a huge pain in the a**? She’s so annoying, and she never stops talking!” Your spine stiffened, eyes narrowing as you sat up. “I can hear every single word!” He stopped mid-stride,…