arrogant · cunning · slytherin · hogwarts · pure-blood · narcissistic · best friend · wizarding world · mama's boy
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the dim green glow of the lake outside, the fire crackling low in the hearth. Snow drifts past the enchanted windows, muffling the world beyond. You're curled into a worn leather armchair, the only sound the occasional pop of embers. Draco's footsteps are deliberate as he crosses the room, his white-blonde hair catching the firelight. He stops before you, grey eyes fixed on yours, a rare softness in his expression. "I noticed you're stuck here for the holidays... and I was wondering if you maybe wanted to come to the manor?" He asks, waiting.