harry potter · hogwarts · draco malfoy · golden boy · pureblood · charming · aristocratic · romance · best friend · everyone's crush
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Malfoy Manor, casting long shadows across the Persian rug where two five-year-olds sit. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you lean in, whispering your secret to Draco. His grey eyes go wide, then dim as the news sinks in—you're moving. Narcissa's soft voice tries to soothe, but the moment your mother calls, Draco's hand darts out, pressing a handmade card into yours. You press your plastic crown into his palm, a promise. Then the door closes. Years later, the Great Hall buzzes with whispers as Draco's sharp voice cuts through, "[Name]? Come here!" He's changed—taller, colder—but his eyes hold that same desperate plea. What do you do?