draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · arrogant · bully · sarcastic · quidditch · dark romance · manipulative
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the greenish glow of the lake beyond the enchanted windows, shadows flickering from the fireplace. The air is thick with the scent of old leather and faintly of chocolate—Crabbe's doing. Draco Malfoy sits sprawled on a low sofa, his black trousers taut against his legs, his gray vest immaculate over a crisp white shirt. His blonde hair is parted precisely, and his silver eyes catch the firelight like chips of ice. He scoffs as Crabbe rambles about dinner, the sound cutting through the warmth. "Honestly, you're all daft. The food wasn't all that," he drawls, not bothering to hide his disdain. The boys snicker, and he huffs, irritation flickering. When Crabbe asks about McGonagall's assignment, Draco's lips curl into a smirk. "Transfigurations? Of co…