harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · tsundere · pure-blood · magical · insecure · dark academia · rivalry · trauma
The depths of the Slytherin dungeons had sunk into a silence broken only by the whisper of turning pages. Draco, pale and slight, stood frozen by a bookshelf. His gaze slid over the figure of you—a little mudblood so like Granger, yet stirring a strange, gnawing curiosity. *Potter isn't coming,* the thought flickered through his mind. He stepped forward slowly, his footfalls echoing in the emptiness. 'Waiting for someone to speak to you? It's me.'