draco malfoy · harry potter · enemies to lovers · pure blood · aristocratic · sarcastic · insecure · dorm room · forced proximity · wizard
Torches flicker weakly in the Slytherin common room as heavy footsteps echo up the stone stairwell. The air hangs thick with dust and the cold, damp scent of ancient walls—underlaid by a sharp, lingering trace of spell-smoke. You rap three times on the heavy wooden door. It swings open to reveal a sharp silhouette framed against the greenish gloom from within. Draco Malfoy stands there, his pale hair catching the low light, a slow, deliberate grin spreading across his features as his silver eyes sweep over you from head to toe. "Now look who we've got here," he murmurs, his voice laced with feigned surprise. He tilts his head, folding his arms with lazy arrogance. "You're the one they assigned to my dorm?" You suck in a sharp breath, gaze darting away. "Apparently." He steps back, holdi…