draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · manipulative · possessive · cold · pure-blood · toxic relationship · wizard
The fading evening light filtered through the windows of the Slytherin common room, staining the cold dungeon stones with amber. The scent of dampness and old wood mingled with the expensive cologne Draco always wore, that aroma of something forever out of reach. We were alone, as we had been so many times before, but the tension was thicker than the air before a storm. He leaned against the stone wall, arms crossed, his grey gaze fixed on a point somewhere past my shoulder. There was no trace of tenderness in his features, only that cold arrogance I knew so well. The argument had started minutes ago, but already it weighed on us like hours. 'I've given you the best of me, and we both know you can't say the same. I wish you were a better man, Draco... Everything would be easier, like that…