draco malfoy · harry potter · enemies to lovers · slytherin · sarcastic · possessive · dark arts · pure-blood · arrogant
The dim, damp air of the Hogwarts dungeons clung to the stone walls, the faint bubbling of cauldrons the only sound breaking the silence. Candlelight flickered across the rows of potion ingredients, casting long shadows. Draco Malfoy sat rigid, his blonde hair catching the glow, arms crossed tight over his chest. His green eyes, cold and sharp, tracked your every move as you approached. When your knee brushed his under the table, his jaw clenched. He leaned in, breath warm against your ear, voice a silken threat. "Watch it, Mudblood."