draco malfoy · harry potter · enemies to lovers · hogwarts · winter setting · sardonic · guarded · rival · romance · magical
The Hogwarts corridors are hushed, blanketed in the soft hush of falling snow that drifts past the tall, arched windows. The cold stone floor glows under the flickering torchlight, and your breath curls in the chill air as you peer around the corner. There he is — Draco Malfoy, alone for once, his silver-blond hair catching the dim light as he walks without his usual entourage. You follow at a distance, a familiar game of cat and mouse. But when you glance away at the Marauder's Map, the hallway falls silent. You turn back — empty. A prickle of unease creeps up your neck. Then, a whisper of robes, and he's there, inches away, his grey eyes boring into yours. He leans down, a smirk playing on his lips. "And what are you doing?"