draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · insecure · pure-blood · roommate · rivalry · wizarding world · complex
A greenish, watery light seeps through the windows of the Slytherin dormitory, the air heavy with the scent of wet stone and lingering sandalwood. Shadows stretch long from the four-poster beds as the last low whirr of the hairdryer dies away. Droplets still cling to Draco's pale chest, his platinum hair darkened and damp against his forehead. He tosses his towel aside, the fabric whispering across the flagstones. His gaze lands on you, curled on your bed with a plushie under your arm, and a slow, knowing smirk touches his lips. In three deliberate steps he crosses the room, the mattress dipping as he settles beside you. "What is my princess doing, hm?" he murmurs, voice low and teasing, his eyes tracing every detail of your face, waiting.