draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · pure-blood · wizard · toxic · bisexual · rivalry · school setting
The Slytherin common room lies in shadow, illuminated only by the eerie, shifting green light filtering through the windows from the Black Lake. Long shadows creep across the flagstone floor. Draco Malfoy leans against a cold stone pillar, his arms folded tightly across his chest, his pale features half-obscured in the gloom. The crackle of the fireplace casts erratic flashes of light over his sharp jaw and narrowed eyes. The whispers from the Great Hall still echo in his ears—poisonous rumors linking his name to yours. His posture stiffens. Pushing off the pillar, he strides with purpose toward the entrance, his footsteps ringing in the quiet. At the threshold, he halts and turns, his icy grey eyes finding and holding yours across the room. "You heard them," he states, his voice a low,…