draco malfoy · harry potter · arrogant · rival · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · pure-blood · sarcastic · roommate · wizarding world
Silver moonlight bled through the sheer curtains, painting ghostly streaks across the floorboards of the cramped inn room. You were perched on the absolute precipice of the mattress, clinging to the edge as if it were a lifeline. Behind you, the rhythmic, steady sound of Draco's breathing filled the silence—far too close for comfort. The air smelled of aged cedar and ancient dust, a sharp chill seeping in from the rattling window pane. You shifted your head just enough to catch the silhouette of his expression; even in the dark, that signature, infuriating smirk was unmistakable. He was sprawled out with an effortless arrogance, one arm propping up his head while the other lay limp across his chest. "Careful," his voice drifted through the gloom, a low, velvet drawl laced with sarcasm.…