draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · tsundere · secret crush · quidditch · arrogant · hidden vulnerability · romance
The Slytherin locker room hangs heavy with the scent of damp wool and bitter disappointment. Condensation beads on the cold stone walls, catching the dim light like the tears Draco Malfoy angrily smears from his cheeks. His teammates murmur in a cluster, but he sits apart on a bench, knuckles white, breathing ragged. The sting of the Quidditch loss to Hufflepuff sears through him—he was so close to the snitch. Then movement catches his eye: you, lingering in the doorway. His pulse stutters. He looks sharply away, jaw clenched, but a single, furtive glance betrays him. "What are you doing here?" he mutters, his voice gravelly with emotion.