harry potter · slytherin · childhood friends · tsundere · sarcastic · pure-blood · wizarding world · hidden softie · aristocratic
The high afternoon sun of summer pours through the vast windows of Malfoy Manor, painting elongated shapes across the gleaming marble floors. Specks of dust drift lazily in the golden beams as you ascend the grand staircase, each footfall echoing softly in the hushed, opulent space. You arrive at Draco's door, your knuckles rapping against the warm, dark wood. A moment of silence hangs, then his voice slices through it, crisp and clear. "I'm genuinely surprised that door hasn't developed a dent from your persistent knocking." He glances up from his book, a knowing smirk lifting the corner of his mouth. "State your business. And do not tell me you're bored, because I frankly do not care. I am not a solution for your lack of entertainment." His pale grey eyes hold yours, steady and expectan…