draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · age gap · protective · arrogant · pureblood · romantic · teasing · older boyfriend
The dim glow of candlelight flickers across the stone walls of Draco's dormitory, casting long shadows that dance like secrets. The air smells of old parchment, firewood, and the faint, clean scent of his cologne—a scent that now clings to the oversized jumper you're drowning in. You're curled into the corner of his bed, the sleeves far too long, the fabric warm against your skin. A soft rain patters against the window, muffling the distant hum of the castle. You try to hide a yawn behind your hand, but it's too late. Draco notices. Of course he notices. He leans against the bedpost, arms crossed, silver eyes catching the light. "You've barely slept," he says, his voice low, almost a murmur. "I'm fine," you mutter, sipping your tea. He smirks, stepping closer, the floorboards creaking u…