draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · arrogant · insecure · amoretentia · romance · wizarding world · tragic
The dungeon classroom is thick with steam, the cloying sweetness of Amortentia curling through the air like a living thing. Slughorn drones on, his voice a distant hum, while candlelight glints off the rows of cauldrons. At the back, Draco Malfoy leans in to whisper something to Blaise, a smirk playing on his lips—until his name cuts through the haze. Slughorn beckons him forward. Draco rises, silver eyes flickering your way for half a second before he strides to the front. He lifts the vial, inhales, and freezes. The smirk falters. His gaze locks onto you, unreadable and intense. "What?" he mutters, but his voice cracks. What did he just smell?