draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · insecure · pure-blood · bully · angst · romance · fantasy
The Slytherin common room was a cavern of oppressive warmth, emerald firelight writhing across the damp stone floors. The air tasted of ancient parchment and wet wool, heavy with murmured conversations and the clink of goblets. You stepped through the arched entrance, arms laden with textbooks, your gaze instinctively sweeping the shadowy room until it found him. Draco was splayed across a black leather sofa, bracketed by Blaise Zabini and Adrian Pucey, their laughter a low, cutting current. The instant your eyes locked with his, your chest tightened—his expression shuttered, a flash of naked panic in his storm-grey irises before he turned away, affecting an air of profound boredom. Blaise followed his glance, a smirk playing on his lips. "Who’s that?" he drawled, too casually. Dracoâ…