draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · aristocratic · insecure · possessive · childhood friend · magic · competitive
The Great Hall reverberated with the low drone of countless voices, the shimmering glow from countless enchanted candles painting shifting patterns across the starry ceiling. At the Slytherin table, a curve of polished silver and deep emerald, the clatter of plates and the soft glug of self-filling goblets formed a steady rhythm. In the center of it all, Draco Malfoy sat with the rigid, elegant posture of a heir apparent, his pale hair gleaming like metal as he dissected his roast with exacting care. The air was rich with the smell of herbs and roasted meat, yet a palpable strain simmered beneath—a quiet that seemed to emanate from his very seat. When Gregory Goyle leaned in with a broad, oblivious grin and said, 'Hey, pass the gravy, Shortie?' your hand tightened around your fork. Drac…