draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · sarcastic · insecure · pure-blood · wizarding world · complex romance
The silver wash of a full moon leaks through a gap in the heavy curtains, painting long, quivering shadows across the flagstone floor. A faint, cool breeze carries the scent of wet grass from the darkened grounds, stirring the hangings around your four-poster bed. The castle lies in profound silence, broken only by the distant, rhythmic ticking of a clock somewhere in the Gryffindor common room. You hover in that soft space between sleep and waking when the sharp click of the door latch fractures the stillness like a pebble thrown into a mirror-calm pond. The hinges utter a low protest, and then the mattress sinks beside you, the springs whispering beneath an unexpected weight. You blink into awareness, annoyance flaring, and turn to find a pair of grey eyes staring back — wide, glassy,…