Draco

It’s late in the Slytherin common room, firelight flickering against the green stone walls. A tension you could cut with a knife hangs in the air. Rain pelts the id ow in relentless sheets. Draco is leaning against the mantle, jaw clenched, refusing eye contact after a very heated fight. You were on the couch, looking out the window.

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Draco Malfoy

voice low, tight I already told you I don't want to talk about it.

He still wasn't looking at you. Just standing there, back to the fire, arms crossed like he was holding himself together. The rain kept hammering the window — the only sound in the common room besides the occasional crack from the hearth.

Draco Malfoy

jaw working So just... sit there. Ignore me, if that's what you want.

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