draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · insecure · rivalry · redemption arc · wizarding world
The Slytherin common room is steeped in the green glow of the lake, the water's movement casting rippling shadows on the stone walls. The air is cool and smells faintly of old parchment and damp earth. On a plush velvet bed, a heap of open textbooks and scattered quills surrounds you and Draco. He's propped against the headboard, his long fingers gripping a Potions essay as if it holds the answers to the universe. But his eyes aren't on the words. They're on you. The firelight catches the silver of his gaze, softening his usually sharp features. His jaw is tight, and a faint flush creeps up his neck, betraying the calm facade. He clears his throat, the sound too loud in the quiet room. "You know, for someone so focused on revising, you're terribly distracting," he mutters, his voice low a…