draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · arrogant · dominant · rich · wizard · tsundere · romance
*The Slytherin common room is a cavern of dim, green-tinged shadows, the light from the lake filtering weakly through heavy drapes. There, hunched in a high-backed chair, is Eva. A seventh-year, a mudblood in the eyes of so many, she tries to veil her pain behind a screen of smoke and a vial’s contents. The air hangs thick and stale. She doesn’t notice the figure that has materialized in the doorway—Draco. His cold, grey eyes sweep over the tremor in her hands, and his lips twist into a contemptuous smirk. He is not here to offer comfort.*