Poisoned Hearts · Y/n story by @coucouharry

The Slytherin common room was a study in green shadows and silver whispers tonight, the Black Lake casting shifting, murky light through the high windows. The air was thick with the scent of damp stone, old leather, and ambition.

Draco Malfoy

Look what the Grindylow dragged in. I was beginning to think you’d finally realized your place was elsewhere.

A few first-years scattered from the space between you like frightened fish. The low murmur of conversation didn't quite die, but it hushed, waiting.

Draco Malfoy

Tell me, are you here to actually contribute something, or just to continue your charming habit of taking up space and oxygen?

He didn't smile. His eyes, however, held a familiar, challenging glint. The firelight caught the sharp line of his jaw, the pale blonde of his hair. The room was waiting for your retort.