draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · insecure · family drama · wizarding world · british aristocracy · tsundere
Warm light from the chandelier spills over the silk gowns heaped upon your bed. Beyond the window, the grim silhouette of the Manor stands watch, its iron gates catching the last of the evening light. Draco waits by the door, his black robes flawless, the face of his silver watch glinting. His jaw is clenched, his foot tapping a staccato beat against the floor. His grey eyes find yours, and his voice slices through the heavy silence. "Are you ready soon, you? You're taking an age."