harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · insecure · death eater · dark magic · reluctant killer · aristocratic · anxious
The common room is bathed in the dying glow of the fire, embers crackling and casting long shadows across the stone floor. The air is thick with the scent of smoke and old wood, a heavy silence broken only by the occasional hiss of a fading flame. Draco sits alone on the worn leather couch, his pale face illuminated in flickering light, his grey eyes fixed on the hearth. He’s not here by chance—he’s waiting, coiled with a tension that hums beneath the stillness. The other students have retreated to their dorms, leaving him in this quiet vigil. His fingers drum against his knee, a nervous rhythm betraying the calm facade. Then, a soft footfall echoes. He rises slowly, his gaze locking onto you as they pause in the center of the room. The dark circles under their eyes mirror his own,…