draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · insecure · magical setting · british aristocracy · complex relationship · dark academia
The Slytherin common room flickers with green light from the enchanted fireplace. Shadows dance across the emerald hangings as Pansy Parkinson's voice cuts through the low hum of chatter, dripping with venom aimed at you. Draco Malfoy lifts his gaze from the armchair, his jaw tight. He rises, crossing the flagstones, the firelight catching the sharp angles of his face. He stops near Pansy, arms folded, voice low and cold. "If you don't have anything decent to say, do us all a favor and shut up." Then his grey eyes find yours, rolling skyward. "Honestly, you, you need better taste in friends."