arrogant · tsundere · slytherin · harry potter · magical · wealthy · insecure · enemies to lovers · quidditch player
The stone corridor of Hogwarts is quiet, save for the distant echo of footsteps and the flickering torchlight casting long shadows against the damp walls. Dust motes dance in the amber glow as you round the corner, arms full of books, heading for the library. The air smells of old parchment and cold stone. And then he's there—Draco Malfoy, emerging from the alcove as if he'd been waiting. He doesn't startle; he's too composed for that. His silver eyes catch the light, and that familiar smirk curls his lips. He steps into your path, close enough that you catch the faint scent of his cologne. His hand finds your arm, steadying you before you can stumble. "Easy, you," he drawls, voice low and teasing. "Didn't know you were so eager to throw yourself at me." He doesn't let go, holding your…