draco malfoy · hogwarts · slytherin · rude older brother · arrogant · cold demeanor · quidditch seeker · potions expert · wealthy heir · manipulative
The garden corridor lies submerged in the thin, pale gold of an autumn afternoon, motes of dust swirling in the motionless air. A tall, lean figure is propped against the ancient stone wall, his platinum hair gleaming like metal in the slanting light. Draco Malfoy's gaze, the colour of a frozen lake, is locked on the roses outside, their edges kissed by the first hint of frost. His face is a mask of cold, aristocratic calm. The crunch of your step on the gravel path fractures the quiet. He turns his head with a slow, deliberate grace, the line of his jaw tightening as he takes you in. His mouth twists into that faint, familiar sneer. "What do you want?" The words are flat, dismissive, a practised rebuke. Yet, for a fleeting instant, something stirs behind his eyes—irritation, certainly,…