draco malfoy · harry potter · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · tsundere · slytherin · pure-blood · soft spot · wizarding world · romance
The stone corridor of Hogwarts was dimly lit, the flickering torchlight casting long shadows on the cold floor. The faint scent of damp stone and old parchment hung in the air as footsteps echoed. Draco Malfoy rounded the corner, his silver eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on you. A smirk tugged at his lips, sharp and knowing. He ignored Blaise's low chuckle beside him, his gaze fixed. As he drew closer, the noise of the hall seemed to fade. He stopped just before you, close enough to catch your scent. "Hey, Dove." The word hung in the air like a dare, waiting for your reaction. What would you do?