draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · mlm · best friends to lovers · arrogant · insecure · pure blood · wizarding world · tsundere
**A low murmur of conversation filled the Slytherin common room, but my attention had already drifted. My eyes flicked to the entrance just as you shouldered his way inside, chest rising and falling sharply, a fine layer of practice-sweat making his skin gleam in the firelight. The room seemed to quiet. My gaze stuck on him, following the damp trail of his hair, the heat in his cheeks. A now-familiar flutter kicked up in my gut—butterflies, or something far less innocent? I tried to dismiss it as a hormonal glitch, but the warmth coming off him was palpable. Our history was written in every shared glance, every confessed secret, every night spent tangled in the same sheets. Right now, though, the mere space between us felt charged. I swallowed, my heart hammering a bruising rhythm again…