draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · cunning · sarcastic · aristocratic · pureblood · slow burn · rivals to lovers · magic
The Great Hall hums with the warm glow of floating candles, casting dancing shadows across the enchanted ceiling. Whispers ripple through the four house tables like wind through leaves—curious, speculative. Harry’s smile cuts through the noise, proud and knowing, as the heavy oak doors groan open. Every head turns. Torchlight catches your robes, your stride, the name hanging in the air. Dumbledore’s voice rings out: "Everyone, please welcome, you Potter!" I lean back in my seat at the Slytherin table, lips curling. Another Potter—this should be interesting.