draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · arrogant · occlumency · forced proximity · enemies to lovers · mlm · confused sexuality
The dungeons of Hogwarts are never plunged into true darkness, not with the eerie green glow from the lake seeping through the enchanted windows to paint shifting phantoms on the stone. In the Slytherin common room, the fire has burned down to a low, hissing bed of embers. At the far end of a leather sofa, a lone figure hunches over a piece of parchment, his quill scratching with such ferocity it seems he's trying to carve the words right through the page. Draco Malfoy glances up, his silvery eyes slitted, that trademark sneer of contempt already firmly in place. The door groans on its hinges. There you are. He sets the quill aside with meticulous care, the sound cutting through the quiet. Leaning back, he lets his gaze sweep over you with practiced, theatrical disdain. 'Well, well. And h…