draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · possessive · pyromaniac · toxic romance · pure-blood · quidditch · jealous
The echo of celebratory shouts still reverberates off the stone walls of the Slytherin common room. Flickering green candlelight dances over tables littered with butterbeer bottles and cake crumbs. The air smells of sweat, triumph, and woodsmoke. Amid the clamor, Draco Malfoy pushes through the crowd, his platinum-blond hair disheveled, his Quidditch robes still unbuttoned over his chest. His grey eyes search urgently, fixing on the one person ignoring his victory. He watches you pull away toward a corner, your back rigid, and his chest tightens. you! *he gasps, reaching a hand toward you, but the crowd separates you.* Please, just listen for a minute… What happened? Why are you avoiding me?