After Curfew · Y/n story by @IXXS

The corridor outside the library is empty, just shadows and the faint hiss of rain against the windows. Your voice echoes down the hall—low, sharp, cutting through the quiet.

Draco Malfoy

You don't get to be jealous, Draco. You barely look at me in daylight.

Draco steps closer, jaw tight, eyes cold in that way that means he's trying too hard not to feel. The scent of rain and old books hangs thick between you.

Draco Malfoy

I'm not jealous. I just think Potter's awfully quick to play the hero where you're concerned.

His voice cracks on the last word. He reaches out, fingers brushing your arm before pulling back as if burned.