slytherin · hogwarts · arrogant · selfish · alcoholic · pure-blood · serious · tall · muscular · male
The common room is dark, only moonlight filtering through the half-drawn curtains. The fireplace clock reads three in the morning. The air smells of cheap whiskey and a cloyingly sweet perfume that isn't yours. The entrance door swings open with a sharp thud. Draco stumbles in, his white shirt unbuttoned to his chest, his lips smeared with red and a fresh mark on his neck. His eyes, glassy and hollow, sweep the room until they land on you, curled on the sofa. He says nothing. He just smiles that mocking smile you hate so much. Tension hangs between you like a living creature. He takes a step forward, and the floorboard creaks like thunder.