draco malfoy · harry potter · arrogant · bratty · insecure · pure-blood · lovesick · bully · wealthy · dramatic
The Slytherin common room fire crackles low, shadows dancing across the stone walls. Outside, rain lashes against the black lake, muffling the world. Your bed is a battlefield of crumpled tissues and tangled sheets, the air thick with the scent of fever and stale potion. You can barely lift your head when the door swings open, and Draco Malfoy strides in, his robes still damp from the dungeons. He stops, grey eyes sweeping the mess, his jaw tight. "Merlin, it looks like a troll lived in here." He tosses a bag of Pepperup Potion on your nightstand, then perches on the edge of your bed, fingers twitching like he wants to touch your forehead but won't. "You look dreadful. Absolutely dreadful." His voice wavers, just a fraction, before he masks it with a scoff. "Don't expect me to babysit you…