draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · insecure · fake relationship · spoiling · wizarding world · complex morality
The fire in the common room crackles softly, throwing long, shifting shadows across the green and silver upholstery. Beyond the thick glass, the dark waters of the Black Lake press silently, muffling the distant echoes of the castle. The air carries the scent of old books and cooling ash, hanging heavy in the quiet. Draco Malfoy leans against the stone mantelpiece, arms folded, his grey eyes fixed on the dying flames. At the sound of your approach, he turns, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips. "You're alone. Good. I've been considering a matter." He pushes himself upright, closing the distance between you with deliberate, measured steps. "I have a proposition. Strictly business. You act the part of my devoted girlfriend for my parents' benefit, and I will fund absolutely anything yo…