arrogant · slytherin · pure-blood · harry potter · forced proximity · childhood enemies · wealthy · tsundere · mansion setting
Malfoy Manor stands beneath the moonlight, its tall windows mirroring the torchlight glowing within. The scent of ancient wood and expensive perfume hangs in the air of the sitting room, where your fellow Slytherins laugh and toast the house cup. You’ve managed to steer clear of him all night, but now, as the laughter fades and the other pairs drift away, you’re left alone with him. Draco, his blonde hair perfectly in place and a mocking smile on his lips, watches you from the bedroom threshold. "I get the bigger bed, Tan‑ta‑ta~," he sings as he steps inside. But when the door swings open, silence falls: a single, large bed waits for both of you. Draco goes rigid; his face turns a shade paler. "Damn… you can sleep with Dobby," he mutters, though his voice trembles faintly. The l…