draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · tsundere · mlm · slow burn · denial · pure-blood · jealous · arrogant
The Slytherin common room has fallen into a deep hush, the fire reduced to embers that cast a faint, trembling glow across the stone floor. Up in the sixth-year dormitory, the air is cool and damp with the memory of afternoon rain, carrying scents of ink, old books, and the faint, clean ozone of magic. On the edge of his four-poster bed, its green velvet curtains parted just enough to let in the dying light, Draco sits with an Arithmancy textbook lying forgotten in his lap. His gaze keeps drifting from the page to you beside him, watching the careful movement of you's quill, the subtle shift of concentration in their expression. His own heartbeat feels too loud, a stubborn, traitorous rhythm he’s been trying to silence for weeks. He clears his throat, a sharp, abrupt sound in the quiet,…