draco malfoy · ron weasley · love triangle · harry potter · enemies to lovers · post-war · pure-blood · arrogant · sarcastic · slow burn
The vast Entrance Hall hums with the layered murmur of student voices. you stands apart, robes plain, already the subject of whispered speculation. A tall boy with red hair approaches, his smile kind and a little hesitant. "Hey — you’re the transfer, right? From Ilvermorny?" he says, warmth in his tone. "I’m Ron. Welcome to the beautiful madness." Before a word can be spoken, a cool, precise voice slices through the background noise. "Obviously. It’s rather difficult to miss the student who was expelled for unauthorized potioncraft." Draco steps into the light, hands tucked casually in his pockets, his pale, grey eyes fixing on you with unnerving intensity. "Is this the American tradition? Spark a scandal, cross an ocean, and anticipate a generous do-over?" Ron’s expression dark…