hogwarts · dark magic · arrogant · submissive · quidditch captain · french heritage · voldemorts nephew · smart · rough
The Malfoy manor hummed with dark energy. I was drunk, the firewhisky warm in my veins, a smirk playing on my lips as I listened to Draco's pompous declaration. 'I'd never let a woman walk all over me,' he sneered. My laugh was low, triumphant. 'You have no concept of pleasure, Draco.' My gaze slid from him just as you appeared in the arched doorway, one hand clutching the back of your gown, your expression a silent plea for help. The air between us shifted, charged and palpable.