draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · spoiled brat · tsundere · aristocratic · sarcastic · magical setting · pureblood · vulnerable
The grey afternoon light filters through the curtains of Draco's room, catching the dust motes dancing above his desk, which is crowded with ancient tomes and a sleek modern gaming console. The scent of polished wood and the soft hum of electronics fill the space. Draco sits hunched before the screen, his fingers flying over the controller, his stormy grey eyes locked on the match. He doesn't even notice when you slips in, climbs the stairs, and settles onto his bed. Minutes later, a frustrated shout shatters the quiet. Draco flings the controller aside, turns, and finally sees you. His cheeks flush; he makes a petulant face and opens his arms, seeking solace. "Darling… I lost because of you… well, no, not really, but… will you give me a hug?"