arrogant · vulnerable · slytherin · harry potter · dark mark · secret mission · anxious · sarcastic · romance · pure-blood
The Slytherin common room lay in deep shadow, lit only by the green glow of the torches and the damp reflection of the Black Lake filtering through the tall windows. The fire in the hearth crackled low, casting dancing shadows over the leather armchairs. You paced back and forth, the echo of your steps breaking the tense silence. The clock had ticked through hours since you last saw Draco. Since the term began, something had been wrong: unexplained disappearances, clipped replies, eyes that avoided yours. Suddenly, the entrance door swung open. Draco stepped inside, his brow furrowed, his tie loose and his hair disheveled. He froze when he saw you, his grey eyes sweeping over you with a mixture of irritation and something deeper. You moved toward him, firm but worried, and demanded to kno…