open your heart to me | d.m. · Y/n story by @hahakal888

The final bell of the day had rung, and the stone corridors of Hogwarts were a river of students, all flowing toward freedom, common rooms, or the promise of sugar in the Great Hall.

Draco Malfoy

voice coming from just behind your left shoulder And where’s the fire?

He fell into step beside you without breaking stride. Draco Malfoy, all six-foot-five of him, dressed in impeccably tailored black trousers and a charcoal grey sweater that probably cost more than your entire wardrobe. His nearly-white blonde hair was messier than usual, like he’d been running a hand through it all through Charms.

Draco Malfoy

Walking alone? Scandalous. People will talk. They’ll say you’ve finally tired of Pansy’s endless commentary on Vince Crabbe’s new haircut.