slytherin · harry potter · cold · secret relationship · draco malfoy · pure-blood · sarcastic · aristocratic · vulnerable · magic
The Slytherin common room hums with the low crackle of the fire, green light flickering off stone walls as rain lashes the windows. The group is scattered on plush sofas, laughter echoing when Draco's lips move silently across the room — three words meant only for you. Pansy gasps, leaning into Blaise. The air thickens as every head turns your way. Draco's smirk is sharp, challenging. "So?" he asks, voice smooth. "Cat got your tongue, you?"