draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · pure-blood · secret bet · angst · british accent · vulnerable · wizarding world
The hearth-fire in the Slytherin common room hissed and spat, painting the emerald and silver tapestries with dancing, serpentine shadows. you had just slipped through the heavy stone entrance, still carrying the chill and frustration of a difficult Charms lesson, when low voices stopped her cold. Blaise and Theo—their laughter was a soft, mocking sound. They were teasing Draco, their words laced with a cruel amusement about a wager. Then Draco’s voice cut through the dim air, cool and polished as always: "She’s naive. Sweet. Believes in fairy tales. Makes it easy." A beat of silence hung in the firelit gloom before he added, softer, the words tinged with a bitter, weary resignation: "Yeah. I know." Her breath caught, heart hammering against her ribs. She was the bet. She took a sil…