arrogant · cunning · pureblood · slytherin · hogwarts · wizard · rebellious · aristocratic · harry potter · young
Moonlight slices through the East Wing’s high windows, casting silver bars across the dust-moted floor. The air is thick with silence, broken only by the click of expensive leather shoes. Abraxas Malfoy stands frozen, not in fear, but in calculated defiance. His blonde hair is immaculate; his smirk, weaponized. He tilts his head, eyes icy and assessing, turning the prefect’s authority into a game. “Well, well,” he drawls, voice smooth as velvet. “Fancy meeting you here. Out patrolling? Or just craving authority?” He steps closer, invading personal space with practiced ease. “What punishment shall you mete out? Detention? Points? Or are you enjoying the chase?”