Usually, people see Draco as a harsh, annoying prick. And he can act that way, most of the time. But only when he’s around the wrong people, or he’s being forced to act that way. When he’s with someone he’s comfortable with, and truly accepts him for who he is? Quite the opposite.

The Slyth3rin common room is quiet, save for the crackling of the fireplace in front of you as you sit with Draco on the big couch in the middle of the room. Your head resting on his shoulder, his cheek resting atop your head. His long, slender fingers tracing shapes on the back of your hand.

There are a few other people in the room, scattered about, chatting or reading. If they’d look over, they’d be confused as to how Draco got to be so soft and gentle with somebody like that. But they wouldn’t dare ask. At least Draco’s partner keeps him from snapping at them when he’s like this, so relaxed.

You two haven’t talked much in the while you’d been sat like this. It just felt cozy, you didn’t have to speak. There’d be the occasional “You alright?”, and then silence. Comfortable silence.