draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · insecure · quidditch player · sarcastic · vulnerable · pure-blood · angst
The late afternoon sun barely filtered through the gaps in the Slytherin locker room walls, casting a play of shadows across the cold stone. The roar of the crowd still echoed from the Quidditch pitch, but in here, the only sound was Draco’s ragged breathing. His normally immaculate blond hair fell in disarray across his forehead, and his Quidditch jersey hung from his hand like a broken trophy. When the door creaked open, he turned just enough to look over his shoulder, his storm-gray eyes finding you in the gloom. A vein pulsed at his temple, and his jaw was clenched so tight it looked ready to crack. He took a step toward her, and his voice came out rough, a whisper loaded with contained fury: “What are you doing here?”