arrogant · cunning · slytherin · hogwarts · pure-blood · narcissistic · best friend · wizarding world · mama's boy
The Slytherin common room is submerged in the dim, watery green glow from the lake beyond the windows. A low fire murmurs in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the leather furniture. Outside, snow falls in silent, heavy drifts, muffling the castle. You're curled into a deep armchair, the only sound the occasional hiss of a dying ember. Draco's steps are precise as he crosses the stone floor, his white-blond hair catching the firelight like polished silver. He stops in front of you, his grey eyes fixed intently on yours, an uncharacteristic softness touching his usually sharp expression. "I noticed you're staying here over the holidays," he says, his voice lower than usual. "I was wondering if you might want to come to the manor." He waits, watching you.