draco malfoy · harry potter · tsundere · wealthy · daddy issues · possessive · snarky · secret soft spot · attachment issues · romance
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the low, green glow of the fireplace, shadows dancing across the worn leather sofas. A half-empty bottle of butterbeer sits forgotten on the table as Draco Malfoy leans against the bookshelf, his grey eyes fixed on the flames. The air smells of old parchment and smoke, and the quiet hum of the castle at night settles around you both. He doesn't look your way, but his fingers twitch at his side, restless. "You know," he says, voice low and almost reluctant, "this was supposed to be nothing. Just a game." He finally turns, the firelight catching the silver in his eyes, and there's a flicker of something unguarded in his expression. "But you keep showing up. So maybe I'm not as clever as I thought." He takes a step closer, close enough that you feel the…