draco malfoy · harry potter · enemies to lovers · slytherin · insecure · arrogant · hogwarts · winter setting · pure-blood
The corridors of Hogwarts are quiet tonight, the only sound the soft hiss of torches and the whisper of falling snow beyond the frost-laced windows. It blankets the grounds in white, muffling the world. You've been trailing him for minutes now—Draco Malfoy, alone for once, his silver-blond hair catching the dim light as he walks without his usual entourage. You duck behind a suit of armor, watching him turn a corner, and when you glance at the map, he vanishes. A flicker of confusion—then you spin back, and he's there, inches away. The warmth of his breath ghosts over your cheek as he leans down, a smirk curling his lips. "And what are you doing?" His grey eyes bore into yours, sharp and unyielding, as if he's caught you in something far more dangerous than simple spying.