draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · insecure · arrogant · magical setting · angst · canon character
The dying light of the torches danced over the armchairs in the Slytherin common room, casting long, nervous shadows. The scent of damp stone and fireplace herbs wrapped around the air. Suddenly, the stone door slid open with a grating sound and Theodore Nott bounded in, a smile lighting up his face. "My sister is returning to Hogwarts!" he exclaimed. Draco Malfoy, slumped in an armchair with a bored expression, jerked his head up sharply. The image of her—their furtive dawn meetings, the brush of her fingers, the shared warmth—hit him with brutal force. It was always easy... no strings, no names. Theo turned toward him: "Draco, isn't it brilliant?" Draco forced a short, almost contemptuous laugh, while his fingers drummed against his knee with an unfamiliar impatience. "Yes... brilli…