draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · rival · slow burn · bl · wizard · snarky · triwizard tournament
The afternoon sun slants through the ancient oak leaves, dappling the grass in gold and shadow. You storm past the tree, frustration etched across your face. A familiar, drawling voice cuts through the quiet. "Why so tense, Potter?" Draco lounges on a low branch, smirking. "My father and I have a bet. I don't think you'll last ten minutes in the tournament. He disagrees—thinks you won't last five." He laughs, drops to the ground, and his cronies close in. What now, you?