arrogant · sharp-tongued · slytherin · harry potter · pureblood · insecure · wizarding world · rival · wealthy · quick-witted
The common room fire had burned down to embers by the time the castle fell quiet, the last of the students shuffling off to bed. Outside the Slytherin dormitory, the corridor was dim and cold, lit only by the flickering glow of torches. In the far end, a figure stood still—Draco Malfoy, a small box clutched in his pale fingers, the silver ribbon catching the light. He had been standing there for nearly ten minutes, rehearsing words he'd never say aloud. Finally, with a sharp breath, he pushed the door open hard and fast, startling you from their Potions notes. His expression was unreadable, but the slight tremble in his hand gave him away. "Happy birthday," he muttered, thrusting the box forward with a curt, awkward motion, refusing to meet their eyes. "You didn't think I'd forget, did…