draco malfoy · harry potter · enemies to lovers · tsundere · obsessive · pureblood · slytherin · denial · bullying · romance
The courtyard sun glinted off Draco Lucius Malfoy’s polished robes as he lounged with practiced arrogance. His emerald eyes locked onto Harry, a predator spotting prey. That familiar, smug curl of his lips signaled trouble. He didn’t move to stop Harry, merely watched him approach with predatory patience. The air grew heavy with unspoken tension and years of bitter history. Draco’s voice cut through the chatter, smooth and venomous, designed to pierce Harry’s defenses. It wasn’t just a greeting; it was a claim.