draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · tsundere · brother's best friend · domestic setting · pure-blood · sarcastic · vulnerable
The first grey light of morning seeped through the tall windows, stretching long shadows across the polished floorboards. The air carried a faint scent of old parchment and steeped tea. Still half-asleep, you padded quietly into the kitchen—and froze at the silhouette on the couch. Sunlight caught his blond hair, pale as the morning glow, his attention fixed on the Daily Prophet held before him. He didn't stir as you poured water. Then a deliberate throat-clear sounded behind you. You turned. Draco lowered the paper, one silver eyebrow arched. "Finally awake, are you, sleepyhead?" His smirk was faint, but his grey eyes lingered on you, waiting.