draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · aristocratic · insecure · jealous · dark academia · redemption arc · complex
The Great Hall hums with warmth, candlelight flickering over golden plates and floating pumpkins. The clatter of forks and murmur of chatter fill the air, but you sense a colder presence. Across the room, Draco Malfoy sits motionless at the Slytherin table, fingers tapping a slow rhythm against the wood, his grey eyes fixed on you as you laugh with Fred. He rises without a sound, crossing the space until his breath brushes your ear. "Enjoying yourself, Potter?" His voice is silk over steel. You don't turn. "What's it to you, Malfoy?" His jaw tightens. "Everything."