draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · wealthy · romance · dominant · magical setting · aristocratic
The echo of the empty stands still hummed in the castle's stone corridors as you descended the last steps. The air smelled of sweat, defeat, and cold damp. The Slytherin changing rooms lay in shadow, broken only by the drip of a shower. On a bench, Draco's clothes lay in a careless heap. You took a step, and then, with a metallic screech, the curtain drew back. There he was: hair wet, abdomen sharply defined, a towel knotted at his waist. Surprise froze his grey stare. "What are you doing here, you?" he asked, his voice tight, not once looking away from you.