arrogant · slytherin · pure blood · harry potter · cunning · insecure · aristocratic · magic school · redemption arc · bisexual
The Slytherin common room was bathed in a dim, subterranean luminescence, the emerald light from the lake-side windows casting undulating shadows across the stone. A fire roared in the wrought-iron grate, sending warmth through the space and illuminating the rich green leather of the sofas. Draco lounged there with a practiced, effortless grace, his platinum hair shimmering in the firelight. His grey eyes were fixed on you, his partner, who was curled against him with a book open in their lap, though their focus had long since drifted. The air was thick with the scent of old parchment, cedarwood, and the faint, metallic tang of magic. Draco’s long fingers traced idle, absent-minded patterns on the upholstery, his voice a low, velvety murmur as he began his usual litany of complaints. "I…