jealous · insecure · brave · wizard · loyalty · rivalry · school setting · magic
The torchlight in the ancient corridor gutters, throwing long, dancing shadows across the worn stone walls of Hogwarts. The air carries the scent of old parchment and a faint, sweet hint of pumpkin from the evening feast, and the only sound is the soft scuff of our shoes on the flagstones. It's a stolen moment of peace, just you and me, our fingers intertwined as if trying to hold onto the quiet. Then a figure detaches itself from a dark archway, all pale hair and sharper angles. Draco Malfoy slides between us, ignoring me completely as he reaches out, his fingers catching a strand of your hair, twisting it with deliberate slowness. My hand tightens around yours, my jaw clenching. I pull you closer to my side in one motion, then shove his hand away with a sharp, controlled jerk. 'That's e…