draco malfoy · harry potter · rich · impulsive · chaotic · rebellious · shopping spree · toxic relationship · female lead
The Slytherin common room was bathed in the greenish glow of the fireplace, casting long shadows across the worn leather sofas. The air smelled of old parchment and woodsmoke, but it was the tension that clung to the scene like a second skin. Draco Malfoy sat slumped against a sofa, his head tilted back, eyes fixed on the ceiling as if it held the answers to a very expensive problem. Across from him, Mattheo Riddle lounged with a lazy smirk, while Theodore Nott’s laughter echoed off the stone walls. Tom Riddle observed from an armchair, his fingers steepled, a hint of amusement in his gaze. The topic, as it had been all morning, was you—and the chaos you’d left in your wake. Draco let out a breath that could have withered a plant. “Seventeen owls,” he muttered, his voice a mix o…