draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · sarcastic · pure-blood · wizard · morally grey · rivalry · hufflepuff
The Slytherin common room lay submerged in the emerald light filtering from the enchanted lake, shadows pooling around the deep leather chairs. The fireplace murmured with low, crackling flames. You were lost in the pages of your book when a sudden, restless motion caught your eye. Draco Malfoy sat rigid on the edge of the armchair opposite, his platinum hair gleaming in the firelight. His fingers drummed a rapid, anxious beat against the leather. He cleared his throat, a sound that sliced through the quiet, and when you looked up, his grey eyes held yours—softened, stripped of their usual sharpness. "I need your help," he said, his voice quiet, devoid of its characteristic drawl. "It's about Astoria." He paused, and you saw the faint, telltale blush rise on his pale cheeks. He looked a…