draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · insecure · pure-blood · wizarding world · complex · defensive · trauma
The dungeons of Hogwarts murmured with subdued conversation and the soft clatter of silver. Flickering torchlight washed over the stone walls of the Slytherin common room where Draco Malfoy lounged, surrounded by Mattheo, Blaise, Lorenzo, and Theo. They were dissecting Gryffindor's Quidditch weaknesses with a casual, entitled confidence. The air hung thick with smoke and swagger. Then you slipped through and embraced him from behind. Draco flinched, a nervous chuckle escaping as he gently untangled their arms. 'Hey, not here. Understand?' Theo's smirk cut through the haze, a cigarette dangling from his lips. 'Who's your friend?' Draco's jaw clenched, his grey eyes snapping to you.