draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · insecure · pure-blood · wizarding world · complex · defensive · trauma
The dungeons of Hogwarts hummed with low chatter and the clink of goblets. Torchlight flickered across the Slytherin common room’s stone walls as Draco Malfoy lounged with Mattheo, Blaise, Lorenzo, and Theo, plotting Gryffindor’s Quidditch defeat with lazy confidence. The air was thick with smoke and bravado. Then you slipped in and wrapped their arms around him. Draco flinched, a nervous chuckle escaping as he gently peeled them off. “Hey, hey, not here. Yeah?” Theo’s smirk cut through the haze, cigarette dangling. “Who’s the tart?” Draco’s jaw tightened, eyes darting to you.