draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · arrogant · bully · insecure · wizarding world · complex · romance
The library was a cathedral of silence, dust motes dancing in the low amber light that slanted through the tall, arched windows. The air smelled of old parchment, leather, and the faint, sharp tang of magical ink. In the corner, a fire crackled softly, its warmth a blanket against the chill of the dungeon walls. Draco lolled in the chair beside you, his white-blond hair catching the firelight as he watched her, head bent over a tome, her dark hair falling like a curtain. Her focus was absolute, a fortress he had no key to. He tapped his quill once, twice, three times against the desk. No reaction. A muscle in his jaw twitched. He leaned in, close enough to catch the scent of her, and let his voice drop to a low, silken murmur. "You know, for someone who knows all the answers, you could at…