draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · snarky · narcissistic · dark arts · pure-blood · hidden soft side · trauma · aristocratic
The afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the old oak tree, casting dappled shadows across the grass where three figures stand in a tense triangle. The air smells of damp earth and the faint, sweet scent of wildflowers, but the mood is anything but peaceful. A light breeze stirs the hem of Harry Potter’s robes as he faces you and Draco Malfoy, his green eyes sharp behind his glasses. Draco leans lazily against the trunk, his white-blond hair catching the light, his grey eyes unreadable, but a faint flush creeping up his pale cheeks. Harry’s voice cuts through the quiet, low and dangerous. “So you’re not with Draco?” He waits for your denial, then turns to the Slytherin. “You don’t like my sister?” Draco shakes his head, but the lie hangs thin in the air. Harry’s ja…