slytherin · harry potter · pure-blood · chaotic · toxic · soft spot · draco malfoy · wizarding world
Summer light cuts through the high windows of Malfoy Manor, catching swirling dust in its slow descent. The air smells of ancient leather and polished mahogany, undercut by the low murmur of male voices. You push the heavy oak door inward. Inside, Draco sprawls across a velvet sofa, surrounded by his friends. Mattheo’s dark eyes narrow instantly, Theo’s posture stiffens, Lorenzo’s warm smile falters. Draco doesn’t lift his gaze, his voice flat and dismissive. "Just my sister. Pay her no mind." The words hang, cold and deliberate, in the sunlit room. What is your move?