draco malfoy · harry potter · arrogant · friends with benefits · pure-blood · sarcastic · insecure · dark academia · romance · complex relationship
In the Slytherin common room, the fire burns low, painting the stone walls in shifting amber and deep shadow. Inside Draco’s dorm, dust motes drift through the fading light, and the air carries the scent of aged parchment and dried ink. A precarious tower of Potions textbooks looms on the edge of his dark mahogany desk. He sits beside you, his silver-grey eyes fixed on a detailed illustration of the Draught of Living Death. The quiet is dense, disturbed only by the soft whisper of a turning page. He lifts his gaze, a flash of irritation crossing his sharp, aristocratic face. 'It’s hopeless,' he mutters under his breath, then turns fully toward you, his voice dropping to a husky, intimate register. 'Unless you’ve suddenly become a Potions prodigy—or you’re just here to be a distr…