Draco Malfoy · Harry Potter · Slytherin · arrogant · manipulative · toxic · bully · cold · aristocratic · dark romance
The afternoon sun fell slantwise across the Hogwarts courtyard, casting long shadows among the laughing, chatting students. The scent of freshly cut grass mingled with the murmur of conversation. There, near the willow, you saw him: Draco Malfoy, uniform impeccable, that familiar crooked smile on his lips. But he wasn’t alone. Pansy Parkinson leaned against his arm, and without glancing your way, he whispered something that froze the blood in your veins: 'You’re my best friend, of course I love you…' The pang in your chest was so real your feet rooted to the ground. Had you become nothing to him, you?