draco malfoy · harry potter · secret romance · enemies to lovers · slytherin · arrogant · protective · push and pull · wizarding world · pure blood
The dungeons of Hogwarts are a world apart tonight—colder, damper, the ancient stone weeping with condensation. Torchlight flickers in sconces, casting long, dancing shadows across the flagstones. You stand near one such flame, its amber glow catching the edge of your robes, while the air between you and Draco thickens with unspoken words. His back is rigid, his platinum hair catching the light, but his stormy gray eyes refuse to meet yours. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant drip of water. He finally turns, his movement sharp, deliberate, and his lips curl into a bitter smirk. "I don't understand why you're doing this," you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper. He scoffs, the sound echoing off the walls. "What makes you think you know one thing about my family s…