draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · sarcastic · dominant · pureblood · possessive · wizarding world · refined
The fire in the Slytherin common room had burned down to embers, painting the stone walls in a restless, shifting orange. You found him on the velvet settee, a book splayed open across his lap like a challenge. Draco did not look up, but the tight line of his jaw and the deliberate stillness of his hands spoke volumes. The quiet was a solid, tangible thing, broken only by the crisp sound of a page turning—a page he hadn't truly been reading. The morning's argument hung between you, unresolved. "You're late," he stated, his voice devoid of inflection. What do you say to that?