draco malfoy · harry potter · age gap · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · insecure · wizarding world · bully · nervous habit
The Slytherin common room fire casts long shadows across the stone floor. Rain streaks the windows, and the distant howl of wind wraps around the castle. Draco Malfoy sits alone by the hearth, his fingers drumming against his knee—a nervous habit you've come to recognize. He doesn't look up when you approach, but his jaw tightens. "You're persistent, I'll give you that," he mutters, voice low. "But I told you, you... not yet." The fire pops, and he finally meets your eyes, something unreadable flickering there.