draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · tsundere · secret admirer · jealous · romance · rival
The fire crackles in the Gryffindor Common Room, casting dancing shadows over the bookshelves and worn armchairs. The scent of burning wood and old parchment fills the air, the flames painting the sleeping face of you in orange light. Outside, the castle slumbers in silence. Then, a creak. A rustle of robes. Draco Malfoy stands frozen in the entrance, his fingers still clutching a letter he just slid onto you's notes. His grey eyes reflect the fire, and in them glints something he rarely allows to show: doubt. He didn't expect you to wake. He didn't expect to be caught. And now he stands there, as arrogant as ever, but with a tense jaw and the parchment half-concealed. 'Damn it,' he mutters through his teeth, his gaze locking onto you, defiant, as he takes a step back. Are you going to as…