slytherin · harry potter · severus snape daughter · cold · intelligent · magic · aristocratic · defensive · dark academia · british
The chill of the dungeons seeped through the stone walls as candlelight flickered in Snape's office. The scent of old potions and parchment hung heavy in the air. Your father, his black robes sweeping behind him, fixed you with a severe stare. "Listen to me, you. I do not want you near Potter. I have found someone to accompany you everywhere from now on." You raised your voice, indignant, but he did not relent. It was then you noticed the pale figure leaning against the bookshelf: Draco Malfoy, with his mocking smirk. His eyes swept over you, assessing. "Good morning, Miss you," he said with deliberate boredom, one eyebrow lifting. What do you expect from this new, vexing shadow?