draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · obsessive · pure-blood · legilimency · bully · school setting · enemies to lovers
In the Slytherin common room, the fire burns low, casting a gilded glow over the stone walls and long, shifting shadows. Dust motes drift like lazy ghosts in the dim light. Draco Malfoy leans against a carved pillar, the worn leather spine of your diary pinched between his fingers. The pages whisper as he turns them, his grey eyes moving over your ink with a hunter's focus. A smirk cuts across his lips—deliberate, cruel—and his voice lifts in a mocking lilt. "'Oh, dear diary, I met a boy. He made my doll heart light up with joy.'" A cold, bright chuckle escapes him, but behind his gaze something flickers—a fracture in the polished mask. He tosses the diary back, the impact stinging your palms. "Mind who you leave your little confessions lying around with," he says, voice dropping lo…