a-sky-of-cerulean

One night, Draco came back to the dormitories a good deal less perfect looking than normal. His hair was ruffled, and blood was dripping from his nose, staining the front of his torn robes. He muttered the password and then stepped into the Slytherin common room, scowling as he looked around for someone who might still be there at the late hour. No one seemed to be there. Had Draco been the type he might have sighed in relief. But he wasn't, so he didn't. "Isn't it a bit late to be getting back to the dorm? Even for a prefect?" Draco's silver grey eyes searched the dimly lit common room for the speaker and didn't find anyone. He frowned an