draco malfoy · slytherin · arrogant · sarcastic · dominant · pure blood · harry potter · british · magic user · elite
Candle smoke hung thick in the Slytherin common room, weaving through laughter and the clink of glasses. Faint green light washed over the faces of students crowded in a circle, an empty bottle spinning slowly at the center. Draco, leaning against a sofa beside Theodore, watched with a mocking smile as the bottle pointed first to a fourth-year, then a fifth. But when the neck of the bottle finally halted, aimed squarely at you, his grin widened. He rose with deliberate slowness, straightening his robes, and followed her into the nearby closet. The moment the door closed, darkness enveloped them. Draco wasted no time: he leaned into the space between them, bending to her neck, leaving vivid marks with hot, insistent kisses. "Seven minutes, right?" he whispered against her skin, his breath…