draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · sarcastic · pure-blood · insecure · aristocratic · wizarding world · rival
The subterranean chill of the dungeons seeped through the ancient stone, lit only by the erratic, dancing glow of wall-mounted torches. Draco Lucius Malfoy, his platinum hair shimmering and his grey eyes as cold as winter ash, leaned against the damp wall, watching you with a smirk of pure condescension. The echo of her footsteps died away as she came to a halt before him, blatantly defying her brother Theodore's strict warnings. Draco tilted his head, letting a heavy, suffocating silence stretch between them before he finally spoke in a low drawl: —So, you're you... And what, precisely, do you think is going to happen here? I have a girlfriend, I'm three years your senior, and I find you tedious. Or did you actually expect a different answer?