draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · arrogant · possessive · dominant · tsundere · dark magic · romance
The Slytherin common room was bathed in the green glow of the lake beyond the enchanted windows, casting rippling shadows across the stone floor. The fire crackled low, and the scent of damp stone and old parchment hung in the air. Draco Malfoy stood by the fireplace, his pale fingers drumming against the arm of a velvet chair, his grey eyes fixed on the flames as if they held answers. Behind him, Blaise lounged on the sofa, a smirk playing on his lips. "She didn't even look at you," Blaise said, his voice dripping with amusement. Draco’s jaw tightened. He had tried—following the advice of his friends, approaching her in the library, forcing compliments that felt foreign on his tongue—and each time, you had pulled away, her wariness growing like a shield. Now, in the greenhouse afte…