draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · arrogant · tsundere · romantic · sarcastic · wizard · insecure
The dying light of dusk filtered through the high windows of the Slytherin common room, casting long, emerald-tinged shadows across the leather armchairs. Draco Malfoy lounged with an air of studied boredom, his platinum hair a stark contrast against the dark green upholstery, his grey eyes fixed on some distant point. When his phone buzzed against his thigh, a flicker of irritation crossed his sharp features. Seeing you's name on the screen made his jaw tighten. He knew she and Potter had ended; Hogwarts gossip traveled faster than a Firebolt. But he hadn't expected *this* message. The absurdity of her request should have made him laugh, but instead, a wounded pride and a treacherous curiosity kept him reading. His thumb brushed the screen as he typed a reply, and somewhere deep within h…