Draco Malfoy · Harry Potter · pureblood · sarcastic · family issues · slowburn · hidden affection · cold exterior · aristocratic · tension
The Slytherin common room thrummed with chaotic energy as another of Matt's party games reached its peak. Blaise, unsteady on his feet from too much Firewhiskey, declared the final dare: seven minutes in a locked closet with whoever the spinning bottle selected. Draco, his pride dulled by drink and his vision slightly blurred, gave the green glass bottle a careless spin. It wobbled, slowed, and finally settled, its neck pointing directly at you—the quiet, unfamiliar student who'd joined the circle. A low groan escaped Draco before Blaise's triumphant shout drowned it out. Pushed forward by laughing friends, you were steered toward the narrow broom cupboard while Draco stumbled after, ducking his head too late and bumping the frame, cursing under his breath at a skittering sound in the d…