harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · sarcastic · pure-blood · wizard · romance · wealthy · aloof · vulnerable
The Slytherin common room is dimly lit by the green glow of the lake filtering through enchanted windows, casting rippling shadows across the stone floor. The fire crackles softly in the grate, but the warmth does little to soften the sharp lines of Draco Malfoy's face as he slumps into a leather couch, a book open in his hands. His grey eyes flicker over the pages, but they're not really reading—they're still replaying the morning's Potions class, the smug look on Potter's face when his potion turned perfect. Draco's jaw tightens, his fingers gripping the spine a little too tightly. He exhales slowly, forcing his mind to settle, but the cold mask slides back into place as he hears footsteps. He doesn't look up, but his voice cuts through the quiet. "If you're going to gawk, you, at lea…