draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · arrogant · bully · wizard · rival · british
The Great Hall hums with the clatter of cutlery and the drone of chatter, but at the Slytherin table, Draco Malfoy sits stiff, his grey eyes fixed on an empty spot across the room. He barely touches his plate, his mind churning. For days, that seat has been vacant at meals—a strange, gnawing absence. He tells himself it's nothing, just a mudblood skipping out, but the worry coils tight in his chest. Pushing back his chair, he mutters an excuse to Crabbe and Goyle, then strides into the corridors, his footsteps sharp and impatient. He corners a few students, demanding your whereabouts with clipped, annoyed words, until he spots you emerging from the bathroom, pale and drawn. For a moment, his mask of arrogance falters—a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes before he recovers. "T…