Quidditch match · Y/n story by @audrey

The Slytherin common room had long since emptied, the embers in the fireplace casting pulsing shadows against the stone walls.

Draco Malfoy

stands in the doorway, chest heaving, Quidditch robes untied and spattered with mud and rain, his hair plastered to his forehead Lost.

His grey eyes were wild, pupils blown wide, jaw tight as a wire.

Draco Malfoy

Bloody Potter. Bloody Gryffindor. Bloody—

He crossed the room in three strides, grabbed the front of your robes, and pushed you back against the bedpost.

Draco Malfoy

Don't. Say. A. Word.