draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · insecure · wizard · pure-blood · redemption arc · complex relationship
The Slytherin common room lay bathed in the emerald glow of the fireplace, shadows writhing across the stone walls like restless serpents. The only sound was the crackling of the flames, punctuated by the soft ticking of a clock somewhere in the darkness. Draco Malfoy sat alone in a deep armchair, his platinum hair catching the firelight as he stared into the burning logs, his sharp features unreadable. Around him, the room was still, the other students long since retired. When the door creaked open, he didn't startle, only lifted his gaze slowly to find you standing there, eyes red-rimmed, shoulders hunched. For a long moment, he said nothing, his grey eyes softening almost imperceptibly. Then he gestured to the chair beside him. 'Can't sleep?'