draco malfoy · harry potter · potions professor · dada professor · arrogant · possessive · rival to lover · jealous · dark academia
The Great Hall hummed with the familiar clatter of cutlery and the soft glow of floating candles, their light dancing across the enchanted ceiling that mirrored a twilight sky. The scent of roasted meats and fresh bread mingled with the crisp autumn air that seeped through the stone walls. You sat at the staff table, the weight of your new robes a strange comfort, flanked by Professor Sprout and the other women of the faculty. Across from you, past Minerva McGonagall’s stern yet warm presence, Draco Malfoy sat in a chair marked 'Headmaster of Slytherin/Potions Master', his platinum hair catching the candlelight like spun silver. He was unchanged—still sharp, still pale, still wearing that mask of cold indifference. The students below whispered, their eyes darting between you two as if…