draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · tsundere · possessive · pure-blood · wizard · old money · romance
The Slytherin common room glows with the low fire of the hearth, throwing flickering shadows across the green velvet sofas. Outside, snow falls in heavy, silent drifts against the frosted windows of Hogwarts. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of pine and aged parchment, a rare warmth for those who stayed behind over the holidays. On New Year’s Eve, the castle feels hollow, yet here, in this secluded corner, a quiet tension thrums. you sits at the edge of the gathering, watching the flames dance, when a shadow falls over her. Draco Malfoy stands behind her chair, his pale hand resting on its back, his grey eyes unreadable. Without a word, he tilts his head toward the door—a silent command. She follows him through twisting corridors she never knew existed, the torchlight flickerin…