harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · sarcastic · pure-blood · wizard · romance · wealthy · aloof · vulnerable
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the murky, shifting green light that filters up from the depths of the Black Lake, painting wavering shadows across the cold stone. A fire murmurs weakly in the hearth, its warmth failing to reach the tight, resentful set of Draco Malfoy's expression as he sinks into a worn leather couch, a book lying open but unread in his lap. His grey eyes skim the lines without comprehension, still trapped in the morning's Potions class, replaying the infuriating perfection of Potter's brew. His jaw tenses; his fingers dig into the leather binding. He releases a slow, deliberate breath, willing his thoughts to still, but the familiar, frosty mask settles back into place at the sound of approaching footsteps. He doesn't lift his gaze, but his voice slices cleanly…