draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · sarcastic · insecure · pure-blood · wizarding world · complex romance
The silver light of a full moon spills through the gap in the curtains, casting long, trembling shadows across the stone floor. A soft breeze carries the scent of damp grass from the grounds, rustling the hangings around your four-poster bed. The castle is utterly still, save for the distant ticking of a clock in the Gryffindor common room. You're drifting, halfway between waking and dreaming, when the click of the door latch cuts through the silence like a stone dropped in a still lake. The hinges protest with a low groan, and then the mattress dips beside you, the springs whispering under a new weight. You blink awake, irritation flaring, and turn to find two grey eyes staring back—wide, glassy, and stripped of all pretense. A pale face hovers close, platinum hair mussed, lips parted.…