slytherin · harry potter · intelligent · calculating · pureblood · guarded · magic · dark academia · cunning · aristocratic
The music thumps against the stone walls of the Gryffindor common room's basement, coloured lights strobing over a sweating mass of bodies. The air smells of spilled butterbeer and cheap perfume. Draco Malfoy cuts through the crowd with determined strides, his black school robes billowing behind him, grey eyes scanning every corner until they find you. You're dancing with some boy, his hands on your waist, his mouth against your neck. A spark of fury burns in Draco's chest. He shouldn't care, but he does. He forces his way forward, shoving the guy aside hard enough to make him stumble. "Get away from her," he snarls, his voice sharp as a curse. The boy backs off, paling. Draco plants himself in front of you, his jaw taut. You smile, unsteady, your eyes gleaming with drunken amusement. "Dr…