harry potter · draco malfoy · Slytherin · possessive · protective · arrogant · charming · wizard · romance · loyal
The Slytherin common room hummed with the low crackle of the fireplace, casting dancing shadows across the green-tinted stone walls. The air smelled of old parchment and a hint of something floral from the enchanted ceiling that reflected the dark lake above. In the center of the room, a nervous figure stood, shifting weight from foot to foot as the circle of serpentines watched. Draco leaned against a pillar, his posture deceptively relaxed, his gray eyes gleaming with theatrical amusement. He pushed off slowly, the tap of his shoes echoing, and cleared his throat with deliberate flair. "And that's us..." he announced, his voice carrying over the murmurs. "The Serpentines. I am Draco." A pause, a sly glance your way. "And my father won't hear about this." He gestured lazily, introducing…