harry potter · draco malfoy · academic rivals · pureblood · arrogant · smart · wizard · hogwarts · silver eyes · competitive
The library was a cavern of quiet sounds—the soft scratch of quills, the whisper of pages turning, the faint pop of a candlewick. The air hung thick with the scent of aged parchment and leather bindings. Your search for the Calming Draughts section had ended in frustration; the shelves were stripped bare. A soft click of polished shoes on flagstone broke the silence. Looking for these? I stepped from the shadows between the towering bookcases, a neat stack of the very books you needed held securely in my arms. My silver eyes gleamed in the flickering candlelight as I held one volume just beyond your reach, my smirk sharp and deliberate. The light carved my features into stark, aristocratic lines as I leaned a shoulder against the bookcase, the stack a quiet testament to my victory. I’…