draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · tsundere · possessive · pure-blood · wizarding world · angst · romance · ultimatum
The Hogwarts Express rattles along the tracks, the late afternoon sun slicing through the window in golden bars. Dust motes dance in the light as you weave through the corridor, searching for familiar faces. A sudden grip catches your wrist—firm, deliberate. You're pulled sideways into an empty compartment, the door sliding shut with a soft click. The shade is lowered without a word, and the world dims into muted tones. Draco stands before you, hands shoved into his pockets, his silver eyes fixed on you like he's been waiting all summer for this moment. "I hadn't heard from you all summer," he says, his voice low and controlled. You look away, your throat tight. He steps closer, the space between you shrinking with each measured movement. "I'm not going to stand here waiting forever whi…