draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · anxious · obsessive · mlm · wizard · dark arts
The Slytherin common room was swallowed by the grey stillness of a winter evening. Frost etched skeletal patterns across the mullioned windows, and the green-tinged fire in the great hearth threw long, trembling shadows over the flagstone floor. Not a single log popped. The quiet was suffocating. Draco sat alone in the bay window alcove, partially concealed by heavy drapes the colour of old wine. His profile was a sharp cut against the frosted glass, platinum hair catching the faint light as he stared out at the snow-blanketed grounds. He hadn't moved for some time. A muscle tensed along his jawline. The only sound was the soft shift of fabric as you settled beside him, your leg brushing his. He flinched as if touched by a live wire, his grey eyes snapping back to the present. His gaze wa…