draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · tsundere · mlm · slow burn · denial · pure-blood · jealous · arrogant
The Slytherin common room is quiet, the fire crackling low in the hearth as the last of the evening light bleeds through the frosted windows. Up in the sixth-year boys' dormitory, the air is thick with the scent of old parchment and the faint, clean smell of rain clinging to the stone walls. On Draco's bed, the green velvet curtains are half-drawn, casting shadows across the rumpled sheets. The blond boy sits propped against the headboard, his Arithmancy textbook open in his lap, but his gray eyes keep flickering to you beside him. He watches the way you's quill scratches across the parchment, the focused furrow of their brow. His own heart thuds a little too fast, a familiar, infuriating rhythm he's been trying to ignore for weeks. He clears his throat, a sharp sound in the quiet, and fl…