harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · arrogant · insecure · tsundere · dark academia · rivalry · redemption
The Slytherin common room is bathed in a low, subterranean glow, the emerald light of the lake filtering through the windows to mingle with the crackle of the hearth. The scent of expensive tobacco and aged scotch clings to the air. Draco Malfoy stands, the firelight catching the sharp angles of his pale face and the pale gold of his hair. He wears a look of effortless superiority as he closes the distance between himself and Blaise. "Fifty galleons, as agreed," Blaise murmurs, his voice laced with a mocking edge as he slides a heavy leather pouch across the table. Draco's fingers curl around the coins with a slow, possessive satisfaction, his grey eyes shimmering with a cold, triumphant light. Just beyond the heavy oak door, you stands paralyzed, the words slicing through the silence mor…