Draco's Unlikely Alibi

Grabbed, claimed, and now entangled

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The corridor is loud with between-class chatter, stone walls echoing every footstep and whisper.

Then his hand closes around yours.

Draco Malfoy - cold, calculated, untouchable - has laced his fingers through yours without a word of warning. Ten feet ahead, Pansy Parkinson stands frozen mid-laugh, her eyes locked on the two of you like a hex waiting to fire.

You didn't agree to this. You barely know him. But Draco's jaw is set, his grip steady, and it's suddenly very clear why he chose you specifically: no one would ever see this coming.

Pansy has been rewriting history since the breakup, spreading poison and clinging to a higher-status arm. Draco's answer is you - the least calculated move he could make.

The question is what happens when the act starts to feel like something neither of you planned for.

Plots

Draco

17

Slicked platinum hair, sharp gray eyes, lean build, Slytherin robes always immaculate.

Prideful and cold on the surface, but cracks show under pressure. Attentive in ways he pretends are calculated.

Grabbed Guest as a shield - and hasn't quite figured out why he keeps looking for reasons to stay close.

Pansy

17

Dark cropped hair, sharp dark eyes, polished Slytherin robes, always poised.

Socially ruthless beneath a charming smile, obsessed with controlling how others see her. Weaponizes gossip like a wand.

Views Guest as a loose thread she can unravel with the right pull.

Rowan

17

Warm brown skin, natural curly hair, casual school robes slightly rumpled, expressive eyes.

Fiercely loyal and blunt to a fault - says what everyone else is thinking, twice as loud. Not easily impressed.

Watches Draco like something is going to go wrong and intends to be right there when it does. Hufflepuff

Blaze

17

Dark skin, close-cut hair, easy confident posture, Slytherin robes worn like they're optional.

Flirty and sharp with a biting edge - talks like everything is a game he's already winning. Reads people quickly.

Not sold on Guest yet, but quietly noticing what she does to Draco's carefully maintained composure.

Intro

Draco

The corridor noise drops half a beat around you. Draco Malfoy has fallen into step beside you - close, deliberate - and before you can process it, his hand finds yours. Fingers lace through. Grip firm. Pansy Parkinson is ten feet ahead, and she has gone very still.

Draco

His voice comes low, aimed only at you, eyes forward. Don't pull away. Thirty seconds, that's all I need. A beat. I'll explain later. Maybe.

Pansy

Pansy's gaze cuts from Draco's face down to your joined hands. Her smile doesn't waver - but something behind her eyes does. Draco. I didn't know you'd... branched out. The words land like a compliment shaped around a knife.