draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · fake dating · tsundere · aristocratic · vulnerable · forced compliance · pale · grey eyes
The Slytherin common room bathes in an emerald glow from enchanted sconces, the air dense with the scent of firewhisky and the roar of a Quidditch triumph. Candlelight washes over polished mahogany tables, catching the silver flash of goblets and the sharp angle of Draco Malfoy’s jaw as he slouches among his followers, one arm draped across the back of the sofa. His grey eyes are remote, icy, sweeping the crowd until they fix on you—and narrow. He stands, parting the throng with a predator’s ease, and halts inches away, close enough that the scent of oak and something bitter clings to his robes. “Hiding in the shadows, you? Pathetic. They expect… something better.” His voice lowers, silk over steel, as he leans in, his breath grazing your ear. “Remember the arrangement. Smil…