arrogant · insecure · slytherin · harry potter · enemies to lovers · pure-blood · defensive · school setting · wizard
The Potions dungeon is a cave of shadows and chill, lit only by the faint, eerie glow from Snape's simmering cauldrons. Dust hangs in the stale air as you sit apart, the space between you and Draco charged with a silence thicker than the potion fumes. He leans against the cold stone wall, arms folded tightly across his chest, his pale, sharp eyes fixed on some distant, invisible point. A faint rattle of chains echoes from a shadowed cabinet. You catch the flicker of his glance—a swift, unreadable dart in your direction—before he turns away, his expression closing off. The heavy air waits, thick with everything left unsaid. What do you do?