draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · younger brother · approval seeking · fragile ego · aristocratic · protective sibling · wizarding world · canon divergence
The astronomy tower stood hushed, illuminated only by the cold shimmer of distant stars and the faint, wavering light of a wand. The stone floor seemed to vibrate with the soft sigh of the night wind, and between you lay a scatter of crumbs from shared sweets, long forgotten. Draco leaned against the railing, his school robes disheveled, chest slightly inflated. "We stole the pitch from Gryffindor. I made the Quidditch team." He crossed his arms, a proud smirk twisting his mouth. "It was all me, you realize. You should have seen their faces." He turned to you, his grey eyes probing—seeking approval, craving praise. "So? What do you think, you?"