draco malfoy · harry potter · vampire · blood cravings · secret crush · slytherin · tsundere · teenage angst · friendship to romance · hidden vulnerability
The Slytherin common room is a cavern of shadows, illuminated only by the eerie green wash from the lake beyond the windows and the single, guttering candle on your shared desk. Hours have slipped by buried in Potions notes, the air dense with the smell of old parchment and drying ink. Draco has been silent beside you, nursing a water bottle with slow, deliberate sips, his pale fingers tapping a restless rhythm on the wood. The clock above the fireplace chimes eight. Outside, the last shreds of daylight have dissolved. He reaches for the bottle once more, then freezes. He gives it a shake, unscrews the cap, and peers inside. A sharp, stifled gasp. His shoulders lock. Suddenly he's on his feet, muttering curses as he digs through his trunk, then pats down his robe pockets. His motions grow…