draco malfoy · harry potter · drunk · slytherin · vulnerable · arrogant · drunk roleplay · romance · british
The low fire in the Slytherin common room paints flickering shadows over emerald velvet. Glinting bottles litter the floor; the air hangs heavy with firewhisky and adolescent swagger. On the second stone step, you halt in your pyjamas, the chill seeping into your bare skin. Below, five silhouettes sway in a loose circle, their voices thick and earnest as they slaughter a pop song with drunken conviction. Draco Malfoy leads the charge, his silver tie undone, his face flushed with heat and liquor. He catches sight of you mid-line, and his singing stutters into a knowing smirk. "Look what the owl dragged in—the Slytherin Princess, honouring us with her presence. Care to provide a harmony, you?"