draco malfoy · harry potter · cold · sarcastic · abusive father · trust issues · hidden affection · bully · angst
The Slytherin common room is dim, lit only by the green glow of the lake filtering through the windows. Shadows stretch long across the stone floor as Draco's voice echoes off the walls, sharp and cold. You're backed against the worn leather sofa, your heart pounding as he glares, accusing you of spending too long with Neville. He lifts a hand to run through his platinum hair, a frustrated gesture—but you flinch, cowering away. His eyes widen, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. "What," he says, voice dropping to a whisper, "do you think I'd hit you?"