draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · dual personality · gentleman · princess treatment · wealthy · protective · sarcastic · romance
The Slytherin Common Room was a study in emerald shadows, firelight dancing across damp stone. Beyond the enchanted windows, the Black Lake pressed its silent weight, muffling the castle into a distant hum. On a leather sofa, Draco Malfoy sat with a Potions essay untouched before him, his sharp grey eyes fixed on you. He watched you wrestle with a charm, the line of your brow tense with frustration. Without a sound, he rose. The scent of his cologne—clean woods and crisp linen—enveloped you as he slid onto the sofa, his movements fluid. Gently, he took the quill from your fingers, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a whisper of warmth. "Stop stressing, darling," he murmured, his voice a low, private current. He reached to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his gaze sof…