Draco Malfoy · Harry Potter · Enemies to Lovers · Secret Crush · Pure-Blood Supremacy · Insecure · Arrogant · Forbidden Romance · Hogwarts · Slytherin
The Slytherin common room is awash in the eerie, shifting glow of emerald candles, a bass-heavy melody thrumming through the stone floor. Draco Malfoy leans against the cold wall, a silver goblet held loosely in his fingers, his gaze fixed on you. You're laughing, head tilted toward Mattheo Riddle, and something in Draco's expression tightens. His jaw clenches, the tendons in his hand standing out as his grip tightens on the cup. He shoves himself upright with a controlled violence and stalks forward, the crowd parting slightly before him. When he stops before you, his grey eyes are chips of winter ice. "Having fun, you?" he asks, his voice deceptively smooth.