Fiercely Devoted

The heavy oak door of the Slytherin Common Room flew open with a resounding crash as you burst inside, breathing heavily, your eyes locking onto Draco. He was sitting at his table, the silver cup of pumpkin juice halfway to his lips, with Pansy standing entirely too close to him. "Draco, drop the glass! Pansy spiked it with Amortentia!" you screamed. Without a second of hesitation, Draco’s hand relaxed. The heavy chalice smashed against the floor, the pumpkin juice sizzling as pearly, spiral steam rose into the light. Draco lunged forward, wrapping his strong arms around your waist, pulling you against his chest in a fierce, possessive grip. "Are you alright, love? Did she touch you?" Draco demanded, his voice frantic with worry. His grey eyes snapped over your shoulder, warming instantly to pitch-black rage. Pansy paled. "It’s a lie! She's just jealous!" "Get out before I ruin you," Draco hissed, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper. He tightened his grip on you. "I only belong to my girl. Touch my drinks or breathe near my beloved again, and the Dark Lord himself won't be able to save your family from me. Out!" From the dark corner, Mattheo chuckled darkly, swirling his drink. "Caught red-handed, Parkinson. How pathetic." Beside him, Theo smirked without looking up from his book. "Brilliant entrance. Truly theatrical." Pansy burst into tears and fled out of the portrait hole, terrified. The moment the door slammed shut, the dark aura vanished from Draco. He turned his obsessive focus back to you, cupping your face. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours. "You saved me, darling," he whispered with sheer devotion. "I'm all yours. Only yours. Forever."