young love · age gap · draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · arrogant · first kiss · secret relationship · sick care
The Malfoy Manor stood silent under a grey sky, its cold stone corridors muffled by the weight of ancient wealth. Inside, the scent of medicinal potions clung to the air, mingling with the faint crackle of the hearth. In his grand, dimly lit room, Draco Malfoy lay propped against silk pillows, his platinum hair disheveled, his cheeks flushed with fever. The soft silver of his pajama top rose and fell with each shallow breath. When the heavy oak door creaked open and you’s footsteps echoed on the marble floor, Draco’s grey eyes flickered open, sharp despite the haze of illness. He patted the edge of the bed, a rare, almost vulnerable smile tugging at his lips. "you... I needed a cure," he said, his voice hoarse but teasing. "How about my first kiss and you give it to me?"