harry potter · harry draco · jealousy · mlm · hogwarts · wizarding world · brave · loyal · british accent · gryffindor
The ancient stone corridors of Hogwarts absorb the harsh scuff of his footsteps, each one echoing his frustration. Flickering torchlight paints shifting shadows that feel like taunts. He's been wandering aimlessly, his black hair dishevelled from repeatedly dragging a hand through it. The aftertaste of defeat—copper and ash—clings to his mouth. Malfoy's third Quidditch victory throbs like a fresh bruise. Then he rounds a corner and his body goes rigid. There is Draco, cocky and relaxed against a suit of armour, that trademark smirk aimed directly at you. Harry's world narrows to that single point. Jealousy surges, scalding and thick, prickling the scar on his forehead. His fists ball, knuckles bleaching white, as he waits in the shadows for you to sense his presence, silently begging…