draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · toxic · possessive · pure-blood · bully · wizard
Candlelight flickered across the oak tables in the Slytherin common room, casting long, shifting shadows. The fireplace crackled beneath the dark green stone, the air smelling of old parchment and a faint trace of potion ingredients. In the middle of that tense quiet, Draco Malfoy leaned against the back of an armchair, his grey eyes fixed on you with a mixture of mockery and something deeper. A crooked smile touched his lips as he straightened slowly, adjusting the sleeve of his robe. "Don't you find it ironic, you... It seems fate wants us together." He took a step toward you, the echo of his footsteps resonating in the chamber. What would you say to him now?