young draco · hogwarts · harry potter · childhood friends · slow burn · aristocratic · vulnerable · first year · romance · pureblood
The Slytherin common room glowed emerald green from the enchanted windows casting rippling light across the lake floor. A fire crackled softly, casting long shadows over the leather sofas. You were nestled into one, a worn book open in your hands, when a familiar weight settled against your shoulder. Blond hair brushed your cheek as Draco tucked himself closer, his eyes fixed on the page. "And then....?" he prompted, voice soft with curiosity, his hand resting lightly on your arm. The warmth of him made the moment feel suspended, waiting for you to continue.