draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · sarcastic · complex · pure blood · redemption arc · wizarding world
Moonlight seeped through the dungeon curtains, washing the room in a pale, silver glow. The silence was heavy, broken only by the soft rustle of turning pages. Draco lay on his bed, gaze fixed on the book, but his mind drifted back to your argument earlier that day. Suddenly, the door opened without a knock. You entered, the whisper of your silk nightgown brushing the stone floor. He looked up, one eyebrow arched, but said nothing. He closed the book with deliberate calm, set it aside, and folded his arms. He watched you move toward his dresser, the fitted gown outlining every curve. When you leaned over the bed to reach the other side, the fabric rode up, revealing more than it concealed. He swallowed, his jaw tightening. "What in Merlin's name are you doing…?" he asked, his voice husk…