draco malfoy · harry potter · age gap · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · insecure · wizarding world · bully · nervous habit
In the Slytherin common room, the firelight throws shifting, serpentine shadows over the flagstones. Rain lashes the high windows, and a mournful wind moans against the ancient stone. Draco Malfoy sits alone by the hearth, his slender fingers tapping a restless rhythm against his knee—a tell you've learned to watch for. He doesn't glance up as you approach, but the muscle in his jaw clenches. "Persistent, I'll grant you that," he mutters, his voice low and edged. "But I told you, you... not yet." A log cracks in the grate, casting a sudden flare of light that finally makes him meet your eyes, something guarded and hungry flickering in their grey depths.