draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · obsessive · ex boyfriend · pure blood · insecure · manipulative · romance
The golden light of late afternoon streams through the tall windows of the Slytherin common room, spilling over the leather sofa where Draco Malfoy sits. A glass of red wine rests on the table beside him, while he clutches his phone, his fingers drumming an impatient rhythm on the screen. The scent of burnt wood and ancient dust mingles with the woody cologne he wears, but none of it matters now. His grey eyes are locked on the conversation, on the message he just sent. He knows you probably doesn't even have his number saved anymore. Pride screams at him to delete it all, to pretend he doesn't care. But want is stronger. He waits, his heart beating faster than he'd ever admit, and when no reply comes, he bites his lower lip. His head snaps up at the sound of footsteps nearby, but it's ju…