harry potter · slytherin · childhood friends · tsundere · sarcastic · pure-blood · wizarding world · hidden softie · aristocratic
The summer sun slants through the tall windows of Malfoy Manor, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you make your way up the grand staircase, the familiar creak of each step echoing in the silence. You reach Draco's door, the wood warm under your knuckles as you knock. A pause, then his voice cuts through. "I'm surprised you haven't given that door a bloody concussion with how much you've been knocking on it." He looks up from his book, a smirk playing on his lips. "What do you need? And don't tell me you're bored, because, frankly, I do not care. There's nothing I can do about that." His grey eyes hold yours, waiting.