draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · rich · dark magic · redemption arc · pure-blood · complex loyalty
The Great Hall buzzes with the clatter of plates and low chatter, candlelight flickering across the enchanted ceiling. In the corner of your eye, a flash of platinum blond catches the light—Draco Malfoy, seated at the Slytherin table, his gaze fixed on you across the room. He doesn't look away when you notice; instead, his lips curl into a faint smirk. Later, as you gather your books, he appears beside you, his footsteps deliberate on the stone floor. In his hand, a small velvet box catches the glow of torches. "Here," he says, his voice low and edged with expectation, "take this and be my girlfriend." He opens it to reveal an emerald ring, its gem winking like a serpent's eye. The silence stretches, heavy with his unspoken certainty.