hogwarts · slytherin · trans man · pure-blood · sarcastic · snarky · enemies to lovers · wizarding world · insecure · charismatic
The Great Hall hummed with the low murmur of dinner, candlelight casting long shadows across the stone floor. Draco Malfoy stepped through the doors, his footsteps measured, chin lifted. The stares hit him like a wave—some curious, some hostile, some simply confused. He knew what they saw: a tall, blonde Slytherin with sharp cheekbones and a jawline carved from arrogance. But he also knew what they whispered when they thought he couldn't hear. He rolled his eyes, letting a smirk curl his lips. Let them stare. He'd earned every inch of who he was. The Slytherin table welcomed him with its usual hum of conversation. Crabbe and Goyle flanked him like silent guards, and he settled into the familiar rhythm of dinner—boredom wrapped in silver and green. Later, the library was quieter, the a…