Requests!!

Request 1: Him & I

@SinButMakeItFabulous

This one is for you  <3

Hope you like it,  comment and lmk if you want any particular storyline or a pt 2. Its short but if you are invested or wanted something specific I can always try again xx---

You didn't expect it to happen—not with him. You were supposed to hate each other. Gryffindor versus Slytherin, pride versus pride. But there was something about Draco Malfoy that pulled you in—something dangerous, something real.

It started with late-night prefect patrols. You, pacing the cold stone corridors, trying not to yawn. Him, always turning the corner at just the right moment, silver hair glinting under torchlight, mouth curled in that signature smirk.

"You missed the Astronomy Tower," he said one night, voice low. "Slacking, Michael?"

You narrowed your eyes. "No, just figured you'd already crawled back to your dungeon ferret boy"

He raised a brow, stepping closer. "You're cute when you try to sass me."

That was the first time he ever called you cute. You told yourself he was joking. He wasn't.

The second time it happened, he kissed you.The corridor was empty. You'd just argued—something about house rivalry, as always.. and quidditch, he thought Slytherin would win this year, called Potter some names and you argued back. But suddenly, he grabbed your collar and crashed his mouth into yours. It wasn't gentle. It was fast, hungry, and messy, and when he pulled back, both of you were breathless.

"Draco—what the hell?"

"I don't know," he whispered, not meeting your eyes. "But I can't stop thinking about you."And that was it.

Now, it's been a month. A month of secret looks across the Great Hall. A month of hidden notes passed in books. A month of pretending to hate him in public—and loving him in private.In the darkness of the library's back corner, where no one else dares go, his hand rests on your knee. "We should stop," he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper.

But he doesn't move away.

You look at him—really look. Underneath the smug, sarcastic mask, he looks tired. Worn. Like the world is closing in. And yet, when he looks at you, it's the only time he looks free.

"Do you want to stop?" you ask quietly.

His lips brush your ear. "Not even a little."

You know it's dangerous. You know if anyone finds out, everything changes. But somehow, you don't care. Draco wasn't meant to date.. not this year... his sole mission was to kill Dumbledore, yet something about you, something... it was his escape. He felt sick, suffocated all the time, the pressure of the dark lord and his father always haunting him. But with you... he was free, happy.Because in this twisted castle, in a war that's slowly closing in, the only thing that feels real anymore is him and you.