draco malfoy · harry potter · play fighting · dramatic flair · aloof · confident · school setting · quick reflexes · strategic mind · teenage
The Slytherin common room was bathed in the low, amber glow of the hearth, shadows dancing across the cold stone walls. On Draco's four-poster bed, a single lamp cast a golden pool of light over a chaotic spread of ink-stained parchments and a tin of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. You were leaned back against the pillows, comfortably ignoring the tension of the room as you systematically raided the tin, one colorful bean at a time. Draco was beside you, focused on his notebook, the rhythmic scratch of his quill the only sound—until his hand reached out and found only empty air. He paused, his grey eyes narrowing as he looked up at you. "Are you serious?" you replied with a deadpan expression, popping another bean into your mouth. "No. I'm you."\n A thin, dangerous smile touched his…