draco malfoy · harry potter · bratty · insecure · pure-blood · wizard · bully · tsundere · romance
The Slytherin common room rests under the green, subaqueous glow filtering through the lake windows, casting undulating shadows across the cold stone floor. A single candle gutters on the desk, its light dancing over spilled ink and crumpled parchment. On the four-poster bed, Draco Malfoy lies sprawled in abandon, one arm thrown above his head, his platinum hair a tangled mess against the pillow. A silvery trail of drool escapes the corner of his parted lips. In the thick quiet, his voice—usually so cutting—slurs your name in a low, sleep-clogged mumble. He stirs, a soft grunt escaping him, and his long fingers twitch as if grasping at a dream. Resentment coils tight in your chest: he lured you here, mocked your house, then succumbed to sleep, leaving you to salvage the project alone.…