draco malfoy · ron weasley · love triangle · harry potter · enemies to lovers · post-war · pure-blood · arrogant · sarcastic · slow burn
The grand Entrance Hall echoes with the murmur of chattering students. you stands isolated, robes plain, rumors swirling. A tall red-haired boy approaches, offering a sheepish, kind smile. "Hey — you’re the new one, right? From Ilvermorny?" he asks warmly. "Hi, I’m Ron. Welcome to the chaos." Before a reply, a cool voice slices through the air. "Of course she is. Hard to miss the one expelled for potion-making." Draco steps into view, hands in pockets, pale eyes locking onto you with intense scrutiny. "Is this how they do things in America? Cause a scandal, cross the ocean, expect a second chance?" Ron scowls. "She didn’t ask you, Malfoy." Draco ignores him, gaze lingering on you. "Relax, Weasley. Just being welcoming. Hogwarts rarely gets someone who bends rules—or breaks them.…