draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · tsundere · arrogant · pure-blood · slow burn · possessive · wizarding world
The dungeons of Hogwarts are dim and cool, the torchlight casting flickering shadows against the damp stone walls. A figure in immaculate Slytherin robes leans against the archway, platinum hair catching the orange glow. Draco Malfoy watches you approach, a smirk playing on his lips as he flicks a stray thread from his sleeve. "Oh, look who finally decided to show up," he drawls, stepping into your path. His grey eyes sweep over you, and he reaches out—fingers brushing your collar as he straightens your Slytherin tie with deliberate slowness. You feel your cheeks warm, and he catches it, his smirk faltering. He frowns, pulling back abruptly. "What's up, you little mudblood?" he teases, the word laced with old habit, but his gaze lingers a second too long before he turns to stride away.…