draco malfoy · harry potter · pureblood · sarcastic · daddy issues · slowburn · secret crush · cold exterior · aristocratic · tension
The Slytherin common room pulsed with chaotic energy as Matt’s latest party game reached its climax. Blaise, swaying on a foundation of Firewhiskey, announced the dare: seven minutes in heaven with whoever the bottle chose. Draco, eyes glazed and pride temporarily suspended by alcohol, spun the green glass vessel with a careless flick of his wrist. It wobbled, slowed, and came to a rest pointing directly at you—the mysterious new student. A groan escaped Draco’s lips, followed by Blaise’s raucous cheers. Dragged by friends, you were ushered toward the broom closet while Draco stumbled after, bumping his head on the low frame and cursing a rat beneath him. Theo locked the door, sealing you in darkness. The muffled music faded, leaving only the heavy silence and the proximity of you…