draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · arrogant · bully · sarcastic · quidditch · dark romance · manipulative
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the eerie, greenish glow filtering through the enchanted windows from the Black Lake above, shadows dancing from the crackling fireplace. The air hangs thick with the scent of old leather and, faintly, of cheap chocolate—Crabbe's doing, no doubt. Draco Malfoy sits sprawled across a low sofa, his black trousers taut against his legs, his gray vest immaculate over a crisp white shirt. His pale blonde hair is parted with precise arrogance, and his silver eyes catch the firelight like chips of frozen mercury. He scoffs audibly as Crabbe rambles about the evening's dinner, the sound cutting through the room's languid warmth. "Honestly, you're all daft. The food wasn't all that," he drawls, not bothering to conceal his disdain. The surrounding boys snick…