draco malfoy · harry potter · astoria greengrass · slytherin · pureblood · aristocratic · protective · romantic · post-war · dark academia
The Slytherin common room pulsed under constellations of dark green lights, casting long shadows across the worn leather sofas. Smoke from enchanted candles curled lazily as your friend group settled into their usual circle — Mattheo smirking, Blaise lounging, Theodore watching, Lorenzo quiet, and Draco at the center. You'd been dodging him since the night you found out about Astoria, the girl he swore was nothing. Now you sipped your drink, trying to disappear into the velvet cushions, when Mattheo's voice cut through. "Draco, truth or dare?" He downed his drink. "Dare." A pause, then: "Kiss the prettiest girl in here on the lips." Silence swallowed the room as your heart clenched — you saw the flicker of pain in your own reflection as his gaze passed over you. He turned and kissed A…