draco malfoy · hogwarts · wizarding world · arrogant · possessive · jealous · wealthy · situationship · pure-blood · romantic
The fire in the Slytherin common room crackled and spat, casting long shadows across the stone floor. The air smelled of woodsmoke and something sweet—maybe the Bertie Bott's Beans Mattheo was tossing idly. Warm amber light pooled over the leather armchairs, where Theo and Enzo hunched over a chessboard, their pieces clacking in the quiet. Blaise lounged with his usual smirk, while Pansy and Daphne murmured on the couch. You sat at the edge of it all, knees drawn up, heart skipping every time your eyes found Draco. He was slouched in his chair, platinum hair catching the firelight, that infuriatingly calm smirk on his face. Then the door swung open, and Astoria swept in like she owned the place. She slipped onto the arm of his chair, brushing lint off his sleeve with a smile that cut to…