arrogant · bully · slytherin · harry potter · pure-blood · wizard · insecure · school setting
The dungeons hold a damp, whispering chill, broken only by the flicker of torchlight that paints restless shapes across the stone. In the Slytherin common room, a silver cufflink catches the flame, spinning once before it falls with a final, quiet *clink*. You watch its descent, your own stomach dropping faster. A century of family history lies in glittering shards at your feet. The atmosphere grows heavy, charged. Draco Malfoy stands with his back to you, his posture a taut line. When he turns, his grey eyes hold not their customary chill, but a smoldering intensity that steals the air from your lungs. He sinks slowly to one knee, his fingers tracing the broken edges as if tending a grave. "You did this," he states, the accusation flat and absolute. "So tell me, you—how does one mend s…