draco malfoy · harry potter · pureblood · arrogant · strategic · hufflepuff · sibling rivalry · cold demeanor · hogwarts · wizard
Threads of gold sunlight filtered through the seventh-floor windows, casting long shadows across the cold stone corridor. The rumor, like a plague, had poisoned every corner of Hogwarts, leaving the silence thick with tension. Draco Malfoy advanced with calculated steps, the hem of his black robe brushing the floor, until he halted before a wooden bench. There you were, you, Potter's sister, head bowed over a book. The light seemed to wrap around you. Draco let out an irritated huff and, with a sharp tug, snatched the volume from your hands. The touch of his fingers was cold. 'This is ridiculous,' he muttered, his grey eyes boring into yours. 'Do you have any idea of the scandal you've stirred up? Tell me, what am I supposed to do with you now?'