draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · bratty · insecure · lovesick · wizarding world · rich · tsundere
The Slytherin common room fire casts dancing shadows on the stone walls, the only sound a crackling log and your own breathing. A flash of platinum blonde hair, then a shuddering sigh, and Draco Malfoy is crumpled beside you, his expensive robes bunched and tear-stained. The scent of pine and old parchment clings to him as he buries his face in your shoulder, his body trembling with exaggerated sobs. He lifts his head just enough for you to see the glistening trails on his pale cheeks, his grey eyes wide and pitiful. "S-she rejected me," he chokes out, voice cracking. But there's a flicker in those eyes, a barely suppressed smirk, as he clutches your sleeve. "You're the only one who understands, you... aren't you?"