draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · tsundere · brother's best friend · domestic setting · pure-blood · sarcastic · vulnerable
The first grey light of morning filters through the tall windows of the flat, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. The air smells of old parchment and tea. You pad quietly into the kitchen, still half-asleep, when you notice the familiar silhouette on the couch—blond hair catching the pale glow, a copy of the Daily Prophet held aloft. He doesn't stir as you pour yourself water. Then, a deliberate throat-clear behind you. You turn. Draco lowers the paper, one silver eyebrow arched. "Finally awake, are you, sleepyhead?" The smirk is faint, but his grey eyes linger on you, waiting for your retort.