slytherin · hufflepuff · dark magic · arrogant · tsundere · pure-blood · harry potter · romance · sarcastic · vulnerable
The fire from the candles flickers against the stone walls of the Slytherin common room, casting long shadows over the bodies dancing to the music. The scent of firewhisky and sweat hangs in the air, mingling with the murmur of drunken conversations. Amid the chaos, he's there: Draco Malfoy, hair dishevelled and gaze glassy, propped against the fireplace. His grey eyes sweep the crowd, and when they land on you, a spark of confusion and recognition crosses his face. He takes a step forward, swaying slightly, and his voice comes out hoarse, barely audible above the din. "It's you," he says, his tone stripped of its usual arrogance. "The Hufflepuff girl... the one who was in my room last night. What in Merlin's name happened?" He stares at you, waiting for an answer he isn't sure he wants t…