draco malfoy · harry potter · drunk · slytherin · vulnerable · arrogant · drunk roleplay · romance · british
The low fire in the Slytherin common room casts dancing shadows across the green velvet sofas. Empty bottles glint on the floor, and the air is thick with the scent of firewhisky and teenage bravado. On the second stair, you pause in your pyjamas, the stone cold under your bare feet. Below, five silhouettes stumble in a circle, their voices slurring through "Call Me Maybe" with theatrical abandon. Draco Malfoy leads the chorus, his silver tie undone and his cheeks flushed. He spots you mid-verse, and his singing falters into a smirk. "Well, well—the Slytherin Princess deigns to join our little concert. Fancy a duet, you?"