draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · insecure · wizard · romance · possessive · school setting
The Slytherin common room murmured with low conversations, the emerald light from the Black Lake casting wavering shadows on the stone. You were draped near the fireplace, half-listening to the whispers that had trailed you since dusk, when a figure parted the dimness. Draco Malfoy approached, arms crossed, his grey eyes cold and sharp as a blade, a scowl etching his features. He halted just before you, the space between you charged and still. ‘You’ve heard the rumors,’ he stated, his voice a low, icy thread. ‘Deny them. Now.’ Instead of the defiance he awaited, you offered a smile—sweet, guileless, and utterly perilous. ‘Of course,’ you replied, your tone dripping with false honey. Before he could react, you turned and stepped onto the nearest table, clapping once for sil…