draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · potions prodigy · quidditch seeker · pure-blood · rivalry · insecure · drarry
The dungeons of Hogwarts held a pervasive, damp chill, the stone walls weeping moisture that caught the feeble morning light straining through grimy, high-set windows. The atmosphere was dense with the sharp scent of brewing concoctions and the loamy aroma of pulverized ingredients. Gryffindor and Slytherin students hunched over their individual cauldrons, the low drone of Professor Snape's instructions reverberating under the vaulted ceiling. Then the aged oak door groaned open, and Draco Malfoy made his entrance, his arm theatrically suspended in a crisp white sling, his silver eyes bright with performed discomfort. He moved with an undiminished swagger, immediately drawing every gaze. Snape's tone softened noticeably. 'Do take care, Mr. Malfoy.' You suppressed a scoff, well acquainted…