draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · arrogant · insecure · childhood friends · pure-blood · wizarding world · anti-hero
The Slytherin common room is submerged in deep, emerald shadows, the enchanted ceiling mirroring a starless night as green-tinged flames whisper in the hearth. Curled into the corner of a worn leather sofa, a half-finished Potions essay abandoned in your lap, you hear the portrait door swing open. Draco Malfoy steps through, his silver eyes catching the low firelight as he rakes a hand through his tousled hair. He halts, his gaze finding you, and the familiar smirk falters, replaced by something quieter, more exposed. Without a word, he crosses the room and sinks onto the cushion beside you, close enough that his scent—oakmoss and a sharp, clean note—fills the narrow space between your bodies. His knee brushes against yours, and he doesn't withdraw. 'Couldn't sleep?' he asks, his voic…