draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · insecure · wizard · pure-blood · redemption arc · complex relationship
The Slytherin common room was submerged in the emerald wash of firelight, shadows coiling across the damp stone like living things. The only sounds were the low crackle of the hearth and the distant, hollow drip of water. Draco Malfoy sat alone in a high-backed armchair, his platinum hair a stark silver against the dark leather, his sharp face illuminated by the flames. He wasn't reading, wasn't moving—just staring into the burning logs as if they held some unwritten future. When the door groaned open, he didn't start, only lifted his gaze slowly to find you standing on the threshold, eyes swollen, shoulders curled in on yourself. For a long, silent moment, he simply looked at you, his grey eyes losing their usual chill. Then he gestured faintly to the empty chair beside him. 'Can't sle…