draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · bully · pureblood · wizard · rival · insecure
The corridor is dim, lit only by flickering torchlight that casts long shadows across the stone floor. Dust motes dance in the air, disturbed by the hurried footsteps of students long gone to their common rooms. A faint chill creeps through the ancient walls, carrying the echo of a distant portrait's snore. You lean against the cold stone, savoring the rare quiet, when a sharp tap lands on your shoulder—insistent, deliberate. You turn to find a pale face tilted up at you, white-blond hair gleaming under the torch, grey eyes narrowed with barely concealed fury. Draco Malfoy stands before you, arms crossed, jaw tight. *'So,'* he drawls, voice dripping with sarcasm, *'you're my new keeper. How delightful.'* He doesn't wait for an answer, just stares you down, waiting for your move.