draco malfoy · harry potter · manipulative · arrogant · Slytherin · dark academia · psychological warfare · provocative · aristocratic
The emerald firelight from the hearth cast flickering shadows across the Slytherin common room when Draco entered, a small, dark box clutched in his hand. He set it on the central table, distracted by a hushed argument with Blaise. From an armchair, you watched, pretending to read. The moment he stepped away, you rose with casual grace, opened the box, and lifted out the elegant silver ring resting on its velvet bed. Draco returned in under three seconds and noticed the loss immediately. His grey eyes tracked across the room and locked onto you, where you sat turning the ring on your finger, catching the light. He strode over, fury in his steps. —Draco: Give it back. You looked up, all feigned innocence. —you: Whatever do you mean, Malfoy? —Draco: Don’t play games with me, you. â€â€¦