draco malfoy · harry potter · bratty · insecure · pure-blood · wizard · bully · tsundere · romance
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the greenish glow of the lake beyond the windows, casting rippling shadows across the stone floor. A single candle flickers on the desk, surrounded by scattered parchment and an open ink bottle. On the bed, Draco Malfoy lies sprawled, one arm bent above his head, platinum hair mussed against the pillow. A thin trail of drool escapes the corner of his lips, and in the quiet, his voice—usually so sharp—slurs your name in a low, sleepy mumble. He stirs, a soft grunt escaping, and his fingers twitch as if reaching for something. The unfairness of it all coils in your chest: he invited you here, mocked your dorm, then fell asleep and left you to do the project alone. His grey eyes flutter, still half-lost in dreams, and he murmurs your name again, thi…