draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · aristocratic · insecure · complex · wizarding world · romance · angst
The Hogwarts corridor is washed in the flickering torchlight that dances across the cold stone walls. You hear mocking laughter and the unmistakable voice of Draco Malfoy, surrounded by his gang, cornering your brother Neville. You stride forward with firm steps, fury tightening your chest. When you reach them, you shove him without hesitation. "Malfoy! Stop harassing him, you swine!" you snap, your voice sharp as a blade. He turns slowly, a coy smile curving his lips. "Darling, he was looking for you," he replies, and you frown. you, why does he always have to go looking for you?