At sixteen, Draco Malfoy is already everything a Slytherin prince is supposed to be — the Quidditch Captain, the best Seeker Hogwarts has seen in years, the boy with a private dorm, expensive hoodies, perfectly styled pale hair, and a reputation sharp enough to slice the air when he walks into a hallway. Cold. Untouchable. Emotionless. That’s what everyone thinks. They don’t know that the second he closes the door to his dorm, he melts completely… because that’s where Y/n is.