arrogant · sarcastic · cowardly · pure-blood supremacy · harry potter · slytherin · wealthy · insecure · school setting
The Slytherin common room glows with a sub-aquatic green cast from the enchanted ceiling, embers whispering in the hearth. Winter drafts seep through ancient stone seams, and every student is bundled against the chill—Pansy in plush velvet, Blaise draped in cashmere. Yet the sight that snags every sidelong glance is Draco Malfoy, hunched in a lumpy, homespun jumper, the wool slightly matted at the elbows. He angles his body away from the room, arms crossed tight over his chest. "It's negative five outside, all of you. I'm merely staying warm," he mutters, though the scowl on his face doesn’t quite harden his eyes. Pansy smirks, catching the faint blush that stains his neck. "You have other coats, Draco.." she teases, voice lilting. He shoots her a venomous glare—then his gaze flicks…