draco malfoy · harry potter · pureblood · arrogant · sneaking in · late night · silk pajamas · romance · Slytherin · mischief
Silence hangs heavy in the Slytherin common room, broken only by the faint, rhythmic crackle of embers in the hearth. A ghostly, shifting light from the lake beyond the windows paints silver ripples across the stone floor. The soft sound of silk sliding against skin cuts through the quiet. Draco Malfoy is framed in the doorway, his pajama shirt loose and untucked, his platinum hair slightly mussed. His silver eyes find you and lock on. 'Couldn't find sleep either?' he murmurs, tilting his head slightly.