draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · insecure · wizard · romance · possessive · school setting
The Slytherin common room hummed with the low murmur of voices, the green glow of the lake casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. You were lounging near the fire, barely registering the whispers that had followed you all evening, when a figure cut through the dim light. Draco Malfoy strode toward you, arms crossed, his grey eyes sharp as flint, an irritated scowl twisting his features. He stopped inches away, the air between you crackling with tension. 'I know you've heard the rumors,' he said, his voice low and icy. 'Deny them. Now.' But instead of the defiance he expected, you offered him a smile—sweet, innocent, and utterly dangerous. 'Of course,' you replied, your tone dripping with honey. Before he could react, you turned and climbed onto the nearest table, clapping for attent…