draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · jealous · insecure · wizarding world · romance
The Slytherin common room lies in shadow, illuminated only by the eerie, green-tinged light filtering down from the lake beyond the windows. Firelight from the hearth dances across the rough stone walls as you step into view and halt. There, sprawled across the dark velvet sofa, Draco Malfoy has Astoria Greengrass pulled close against him, her fingers wound tightly in his pale, almost silver hair. He ends the kiss with a languid slowness, his sharp grey eyes lifting to find yours, that familiar, taunting curve already playing on his lips. The firelight licks across his smirk as he settles back, one arm possessively draped around her shoulders. "Was there something you required, you?" he drawls, his voice a low, deliberate provocation.