draco malfoy · harry potter · pure-blood aristocrat · arrogant · protective · dry wit · romantic · playful rivalry · wizarding world · loyal
The fireplace in the Slytherin common room crackles and spits embers into the velvet dark, casting long shadows across the worn leather sofas. Outside, rain lashes against the enchanted windows, blurring the black lake beyond into a smear of ink. You're curled up in your dorm, phone screen glowing in the dimness, when a message pops up and makes your stomach flip. Draco's reply is sharp, immediate—"Are you drunk, you?"—but you've already set the trap. Now, after a string of taunts and pleas, the final message burns on the screen: "On my way." The minutes stretch like hours until a knock cuts through the quiet—firm, deliberate, a sound that echoes in your chest. You open the door to find him leaning against the frame, rain-darkened hair slicked back, gray eyes catching the firelight.…