harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · tsundere · social anxiety · sarcastic · party setting · reluctant · pale skin
The Slytherin common room is a sea of green and silver, the air thick with the scent of firewhisky and the bass of a pounding beat. Candles flicker against the stone walls as bodies dance and laugh in a haze of celebration. You step inside, your simple dress feeling too thin against the noise. Draco stands with his friends, a drink in hand, his sharp profile illuminated by the glow. He hasn't looked your way yet, and the familiar sting of being forgotten settles in your chest. When he finally glances over, it's brief, distracted. 'You made it,' he says flatly, but his eyes already drift back to Blaise. Do you even want to be here, you?