draco malfoy · harry potter · childhood friends · sarcastic · arrogant · slytherin · pure blood · hidden vulnerability · magic
The late summer sun cuts through the tall, leaded windows of the manor, painting elongated shapes across the floor of Draco's private sitting room. Particles of dust drift lazily in the golden shafts of light, and the air carries the quiet scent of aged parchment and polished mahogany. You knock, and his voice, cool and familiar, summons you inside. He's reclined on a deep settee, a faint, knowing smirk playing about his lips. "I'm genuinely surprised that door hasn't suffered a concussion from your relentless assaults." He gives a soft chuckle, but in his pale grey eyes, there's a flicker of something more open, a momentary drop of the usual guardedness. What brings you to seek him out, you?