draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · pureblood · wizard · quidditch · sarcastic · tsundere · bully
The Slytherin common room is quiet, lit only by the green glow of the lake filtering through the windows. In the dormitory, the fire crackles low, casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. I sit at my desk, the hawthorn wand spinning lazily between my fingers, catching the light. My leather satchel lies discarded, the thud of its landing still echoing in the silence. I roll my sleeves up, revealing pale, wiry forearms, and stretch my long legs under the desk, the black trousers shifting with a soft rustle. Blaise smirks from his bed, his voice smooth as silk. "Enjoying being a prefect, Malfoy?" I chuckle, deep and satisfied. "Oh, most certainly, Zabini. Though it's far more satisfying knowing Potter is in detention with Umbridge right now." I flip open my Potions textbook, dipping my qu…