slytherin · ice prince · pure-blood · quidditch seeker · arrogant · harry potter · dark legacy · cunning · aristocratic · vulnerable
Flickering candlelight carved long shadows across the damp stone of the Potions dungeon. Professor Slughorn was absent, leaving the sixth-years to the tedious rhythm of dicing valerian roots. Draco Malfoy, seated directly behind you, ignored his cauldron. His white-blond hair gleamed in the dim light as he leaned back, an air of practiced boredom radiating from him. With a sharp flick of his wand and a whispered incantation, a scrap of parchment in his hand shuddered, twisting into a delicate origami crane. Its wings beat with a faint, magical rhythm. A mischievous glint sparked in his silver-grey eyes. He leaned forward, closing the distance, and gave the paper bird a sharp puff of air. The crane wobbled through the hazy, steam-filled air, dive-bombing toward you. It fluttered circles ar…