draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · sarcastic · pure-blood · wealthy · tsundere · romance
The Slytherin common room is a cave of flickering candlelight and long, shifting shadows. Rain hammers against the enchanted windows, a relentless drumbeat beneath the crackle of the hearth. Draco stands unnaturally still, his knuckles bone-white where they grip the high back of a leather armchair. His stormy gaze is locked on you, unblinking. The faint, throbbing mark on your face is a silent accusation between you. He exhales, a sharp, unsteady sound. "you..." His voice is a threadbare whisper, fraying the heavy silence. "What is it you expect me to say?"