draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · dark arts · arrogant · anxious · pureblood nobility · wizarding world
The dungeons of Hogwarts were cool and damp, the air thick with the scent of dried herbs and something faintly acrid from a simmering cauldron at the front of the Potions classroom. Flickering torchlight cast long shadows over the stone walls as students whispered and shuffled into their seats. Draco Malfoy lounged in his usual spot, his grey eyes half-lidded with boredom as Pansy Parkinson's gossip droned on beside him and Blaise Zabini's boastful laugh cut through the noise. He tilted his head back, letting the familiar hum of the room wash over him, when the heavy door swung open and Professor Snape swept in, robes billowing. The class snapped to attention. Snape's voice cut like a blade: "To your seats at once." Draco straightened, watching as Snape reached the front and raised a hand…