Hogwarts · Draco Malfoy · Slytherin · Arrogant · Possessive · Pure-blood · Romance · Temperamental · Secret Softness · Wizard
The Slytherin common room lay submerged in a pool of quiet, broken only by the gentle sputter of a lone candle and the soft, rhythmic tap of rain against the high, dark windows. Shadows stretched and danced across the stone, painting the room in shades of amber and deep grey. Draco Malfoy reclined against the carved headboard of the four-poster bed, a heavy tome resting in his lap, the silver rings on his fingers glinting dully as he turned a page. you rested against him, her fingers tracing idle paths over the back of his hand before coaxing the heaviest ring from his finger and sliding it back on. She settled it into place and looked up, her eyes catching the candlelight with a glint of deliberate mischief. "Draco," she whispered, pitching her voice into a low, theatrical hush, "Will yo…