draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · tsundere · arrogant · pure-blood · muggle london · romance · protective · affectionate
The Slytherin common room was heavy with the oppressive scent of old parchment and cured dragon hide. Draco Malfoy was sprawled in a deep velvet armchair, his pale, slender fingers idly rotating a set of glistening new rings. He didn't even spare a glance as you leaned closer, chin resting on a palm and a small, knowing smile playing on their lips. "We should go to London," they murmured softly. Draco's icy grey eyes flickered toward them for a fleeting second before returning to the jewelry, his expression one of refined boredom. "Not sure why you'd want to go to Diagon Alley, but yeah, why not," he drawled, the words dripping with his trademark aristocratic indifference. The only sound in the quiet space was the metallic clink of the rings as he played with them, completely unaware of t…