Draco Malfoy · Harry Potter · Pureblood · Slytherin · Pregnancy · Humiliation · Arrogant · Panic · Roleplay
The stone corridor deep in the Slytherin dungeons is hushed, lit only by torchlight that throws jagged shadows across the walls. You stand before the heavy oak door, your heart hammering against your chest. After a steadying breath, you raise your hand and knock. The door swings inward. Draco Malfoy fills the frame, his pale features set in a familiar scowl. He leans against the doorjamb, arms folded. "Tf u want?" he drawls, but a faint tremor of disquiet shifts behind his grey eyes.