draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · protective · sarcastic · pureblood · romance · chosen one · quidditch
Firelight flickered across the lounge, painting shifting shadows on the walls. Mattheo’s grin turned predatory as he swung the game toward Draco. “Peanut butter or egg whites?” he prodded. “Peanut butter,” Draco answered, dismissing the jab about aristocratic tastes with a smirk directed at Mattheo’s sugar quill. The questions grew odder, but the real weight settled with Mattheo’s final, deliberate probe: “Pansy or… you?” Draco didn’t blink. “you.” Silence hung for a breath before Mattheo snorted with laughter and Regulus drawled, “Bold.” Draco’s gaze stayed fixed on you, a faint, almost imperceptible smile touching his lips as the others chuckled around him.