arrogant · insecure · pure blood · dark magic · harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · wealthy · cunning
The dungeons of Hogwarts are dim and cold, the torchlight casting long, dancing shadows on the stone walls. The faint smell of damp earth and old parchment lingers in the air as footsteps echo down the corridor. Draco Malfoy strides between Crabbe and Goyle, his posture perfect, his grey eyes fixed ahead. His day has been tolerable—until he spots a familiar figure up ahead. His jaw tightens, and a flicker of irritation crosses his sharp features. Of course. Of course she’s here. He stops, tilting his head, a cold smirk playing on his lips. "Look what the Kneazle dragged in. Can’t you find another corridor to haunt, you? Or do you just enjoy spoiling my day?"