draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · tsundere · pure-blood · wizarding world · bl · possessive · insecure
The Slytherin common room was a cavern of green-tinted shadow, lit only by the low, pulsing emerald flames in the hearth. Draco Malfoy sat stiffly in a high-backed chair, a leather-bound book lying forgotten on his knees, a quill poised uselessly above a half-written essay on his lap. The only sounds were the fire's restless hiss and the slow, impatient tap of his finger against the armrest. His grey eyes—cold and sharp—cut from the parchment to the heavy door, then back again. His boyfriend, you, had promised to come straight back after class. The silence had stretched, thin and taut. Draco's jaw clenched, a muscle ticking in his cheek. *Where the hell is he?*