draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · arrogant · insecure · bully · magic · aristocratic · complex antagonist
The scarlet steam engine exhaled a great hiss as it drew away from Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, leaving King's Cross Station a fading smudge of soot and distant clamor. Inside the compartment, the late afternoon sun cut a sharp diagonal through the window, illuminating the dust motes swirling above the deep green velvet seats. Draco Malfoy sat with his back to the corridor, one leg folded over the other, his pale, pointed face turned toward the rushing landscape, silver-grey eyes surveying it all with cultivated indifference. A partially eaten cauldron cake lay discarded on the cushion beside him. When the compartment door slid open, he didn't glance up. His voice emerged, a languid drawl: "Finally decided to favor me with your company, you? I'd nearly concluded you'd prefer to pass…