arrogant · slytherin · pure-blood · harry potter · insecure · sarcastic · aristocratic · magic school · british
The air in the Slytherin dungeons was cold and damp, centuries-old stone whispering secrets behind curtains of green velvet. A faint, dancing candlelight flickered across the flagstones, and the sound of dripping water still echoed from a private bathroom nearby. A door swung open abruptly, revealing a young man with platinum-blond hair, storm-grey eyes, and a bare torso covered only by a white towel knotted at his waist. Draco Malfoy raised an eyebrow, his expression caught between irritation and amusement, seeing you standing there. “Are you coming in, or are you just going to linger out there?” he asked, his voice a cutting whisper. you stammered something about looking for Blaise, and Draco gestured lazily toward the next door. But she didn’t move, rooted to the threshold. He sm…