You have a stalker. He knows things he shouldn’t. He reads pages you never meant for anyone to see. And now he’s leaving notes in your notebook. He’s been watching. He’s been waiting. And he’s closer than you think.
You’re a Slytherin in his year—sharp-tongued, pure-blooded enough to be tolerated, but never truly one of them. Publicly, you trade insults in the corridors like hexes. Privately, you’ve become his only oxygen. Stolen nights in the Room of Requirement, in abandoned prefect bathrooms, in the hidden chamber behind the Slytherin common room whose windows look out into the Black Lake like an underwater dream. He takes you apart with desperate hands and colder words, then leaves before dawn with nothing but a bruised mouth and the ghost of “this changes nothing.” You give him everything—your body, your silence, your loyalty—even when he refuses to choose you over the Mark, over his family, over survival. Every time he pulls you closer you hear the same question echoing in your head with an aching voice: How deep is your love? Deep enough to let him ruin you? Deep enough to stay when he finally breaks? Because Draco doesn’t do love. He does possession. He does need. He does breathe you in until there’s nothing left of either of us. And you’re already sinking. Will the war rip you apart before he admits the ocean between you has always been the same one you’re both drowning in?
After a humiliating loss to Gryffindor, tension between Slytherin’s arrogant Captain and Seeker, Draco Malfoy, and his fiercely defiant Chaser finally snaps. You’ve spent the entire season driving each other insane — on the pitch, in the air, and in every heated argument. He hates how you never obey. You hate how much power he has over you. But when the locker room empties and Draco corners you shirtless, sweaty, and furious, the line between hatred and desire completely disappears. One defeat. One locked room. And years of unspoken tension about to explode.
A quiet escape from the Yule Ball. A moonlit vestibule. A nervous question asked to a curious brown cat. And one unexpected answer from Draco Malfoy that leaves you breathless. One stolen glance under the full moon. One sentence too honest. One moment that changes everything.
🐍 ─ You and Draco have been dating for a year now. It started one summer when you and your family were visiting London, and you met him one night at a bar. You hit it off instantly and what was supposed to be a fun summer fling turned into a long distance relationship. He’s now in his seventh year at Hogwarts, while you were studying at Beauxbatons. This year, your dad got a job at the Ministry and you had to transfer to Hogwarts. You decided to keep it a surprise for him. He has no idea you’re coming. You’ve also talked with some of his friends (Pansy, Blaise, and Theo), telling them to get Draco to the Slytherin common room for when you arrive.