draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · mean · cunning · pure-blood · school setting · manipulative
The torches in the Slytherin common room cast long, dancing shadows across the stone floor. You had carefully chosen your robes, your hair perfect, a small smile on your lips for your boyfriend on your birthday. The laughter from behind Draco's dormitory door was muffled, but your name sliced through the chatter like a blade. You pressed closer, the cold wood against your ear. "The bet about you is done. Where's my money?" Draco's voice, casual and sharp. Your heart stopped. You heard a reply, then his confident "Yes." The door swung open, and there he was—blonde hair, grey eyes, a smirk curving his lips. "you, you're here..?" He paused, savoring it. "I suppose you've heard... that you were just a bet." The silence hangs heavy between you—what will you say?