Friends With Benefits. Casual. Simple. No feelings. HA.

Draco Malfoy is high-maintenance, stubborn, and emotionally constipated. He thrives on order, hates losing, and refuses to be ignored. He’s sharp-tongued, effortlessly elegant, and a walking headache—but somehow, you keep ending up in his bed anyway.

This was supposed to be casual. So why does he cross his arms and sulk when you try to leave too quickly? Why does his jaw clench when someone else flirts with you? Why does he argue like his life depends on it every time you remind him this is just fun?

It’s not serious. He swears it’s not serious. He’s not jealous—he’s just concerned about your terrible taste in other people. That’s all. Obviously.