draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · tsundere · possessive · pure-blood · wizard · old money · romance
The Slytherin common room hums with the low fire of the hearth, casting dancing shadows on the green velvet sofas. Outside, snow falls in heavy, silent sheets against the frosted windows of Hogwarts. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of pine and old parchment, a rare warmth for those left behind during the holidays. On New Year's Eve, the castle feels hollow, yet here, in this hidden corner, a quiet tension thrums. you sits at the edge of the gathering, watching the flames crackle, when a shadow falls over her. Draco Malfoy stands behind her, his pale hand resting on the back of her chair, his grey eyes unreadable. Without a word, he tilts his head toward the door, a silent command. She follows him through twisting corridors she never knew existed, the torches flickering as if they,…