draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · jealous · possessive · grumpy · best friends · age regression · pureblood · mlm
The Slytherin common room lies quiet, illuminated only by the eerie, shifting green light filtering through the windows from the Black Lake. Shadows ripple across the flagstone floor like underwater ghosts. The smell of damp stone and ancient parchment lingers in the chill air, and the last embers in the hearth crackle softly. You find your way to his dormitory, the old door groaning softly as you push it open. He's lying on his four-poster bed, a silver-grey hoodie wadded beneath his head, his platinum hair a stark flare against the dark emerald hangings. At the sound of your entrance, his eyes lift—a brief flash of surprise quickly smothered by a familiar, guarded scowl. You lean against the doorframe, letting the quiet stretch between you. "Hey Draco, could I perhaps borrow one of yo…