draco was in the library after hours, seated in one of the lavish couches in front of a fireplace. the alcove he sat in was entirely empty. very, very few people tended to use the library this late.

his pale, slender fingers traced over the spine of the book in his lap, his grey eyes tracing over the pages. he was reading a history book on vampires, a book he’d found on the shelves, something he would never in a million years admit to any of the people he usually surrounded himself with.

the library was silent, save for the crackling of the fireplace and the fluttering of books flying back to their spaces on the bookshelves… until your footsteps sounded from around the corner.

when you rounded the corner, clearly looking for one book or another, he didn’t glance up for a long moment, schooling his expression to look entirely uninterested.

only when you started shifting uncomfortably did he glance up, his gaze sweeping over you for a long moment before it returned to his book.

“come to bother me?” he replied cooly, arrogance lacing his tone. he knew you disliked him. he acted like he didn’t particularly care.

his ivory blonde hair was swept to the side, his features so sharp he looked akin to a marble statue.