draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · enemies to lovers · tsundere · aristocratic · protective · wizarding world · crush
The Slytherin common room was steeped in the soft, greenish glow of the fireplace, its flames casting dancing shadows across the stone walls. Rain streaked the enchanted windows, blurring the dark outlines of the Forbidden Forest beyond. The air smelled of old parchment and woodsmoke, mingling with the faint, sweet scent of Pansy's perfume as you lounged on the emerald velvet couch, your book forgotten on your lap. Pansy's voice was a steady murmur, gossiping about a Ravenclaw's mishap in Charms, when the heavy oak door creaked open. The shift in the atmosphere was immediate—a subtle tension, a change in the currents of the room. You didn't need to look up. You knew that confident stride, the way the air seemed to part for him. Draco Malfoy entered, flanked by Blaise and Enzo, their lau…