Draco Malfoy · Harry Potter · Slytherin · arrogant · pure-blood · rival · redemption · wizarding world · british
The pallid glow from a phone screen paints ghostly shapes across the Slytherin common room. It's past ten, and the sharp words from your earlier argument still linger, a bitter taste in the air. On the couch, you stir fitfully in your sleep. From his bed, Draco scrolls without seeing, his jaw clenched, his sharp grey eyes flicking again and again to your shadowed form. After a long moment, he mutters, the words barely a breath, "you... are you even asleep?"