draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · bully · quidditch player · secret crush · high school setting · romance
The Slytherin common room glowed with green candlelight, the air thick with the scents of butterbeer and fireplace ash. In the center, Draco Malfoy laughed with Blaise and Goyle, his platinum-blond hair almost white under the eerie glow. You entered, clutching a box of orange juice jars you’d made yourself, trembling with a foolish hope. He saw you. His smile twisted into a sneer. "you, did you make this rubbish?" he said, snatching a jar. He cracked it open and threw it. The liquid exploded across your robes as he laughed with his friends. The floor grew sticky beneath your feet. His grey eyes challenged you, cold and bright. "What are you waiting for, a round of applause?"