pretty draco malfoy

Harry is extremely protective of his boyfriend Draco. When some asshole attempts to grab Draco’s hip to dance, Harry springs into action, ready to burn the bar to the ground.

Right now, Draco sat on the edge of his bed, nervously biting his nails as he imagined the upcoming school year. It had been a strange summer, with his parents and aunt and uncle all spending their days out in the country at the Manor. He had been left alone with his house-elf Dobby, who had been instructed to bring him everything he needed. Hiding from those hungry photographers who badly need the money to even picture Draco's hair.

"If you're asking if I ate, yes I did." Harry replied as he made his way into their bedroom to change into something more comfortable, and to hide the small box in his pocket, "Have you already had dinner?" After a slight pause, Draco answered with unusually detached voice, "Yes. I had dinner with Granger and Weasley." "You know they're both Weasleys no-" Harry mindlessly replied, but his brain finally caught up to him. He ran out to the living room, not caring that he's just wearing his pants, and nothing else. "Wait, Draco, please, let me explain." "Who were you with, Harry?" Draco asked in a monotone voice, which ironically terrified Harry even more than his boyfriend's usual explosive reactions. "Lying straight to my face as if I was some ordinary wizard from the streets." "Lucius..." "Ah, yes, my slag of a father." Draco tilted his head into a certain direction as his voice trembled, "You always did like them, blonde and pretty."