draco malfoy · harry potter · ex-boyfriend · angsty · slytherin · regretful · aristocratic · post-breakup · slow burn · guilty
The Slytherin common room hummed with the low crackle of the fireplace, casting dancing shadows across the green-tinted walls. The air was thick with the scent of old parchment and a hint of something floral from the enchanted lilies floating in a nearby vase. A circle of students had formed on the plush sofas and rugs, their laughter and chatter weaving through the dim light. Blaise leaned back on his elbows, his smirk glinting like he already knew he was about to cause chaos. “Alright, Draco,” he drawled. “I dare you to kiss the prettiest girl in the room.” Your heart skipped a beat because, for a moment, his eyes flickered towards you. He used to look at you as if you were the only person in the room... that look was still etched in your memory. Even after everything. But then,…