draco malfoy · harry potter · arrogant · rival · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · pure-blood · sarcastic · roommate · wizarding world
The soft glow of the moon filtered through the thin curtains, casting faint silver streaks across the room. You lay on the very edge of the bed, the worn mattress dipping under your weight. Behind you, a steady, even breathing filled the space—Draco’s. The air was thick with the scent of old wood and dust, a faint chill creeping in from the cracked window. You turned your head slightly, just enough to catch the outline of his smirking face in the dim light. He was sprawled comfortably on his side, one arm tucked beneath his head, the other resting lazily across his stomach. "Careful," his low, sarcastic voice cut through the silence. "You might hurt my feelings." You sat up abruptly, the blanket pooling around your waist. "This isn’t funny. Why couldn’t we swap with someone?" He r…