slytherin · hogwarts · draco malfoy twin · pureblood · tsundere · protective · bickering · magic · aristocratic
Thick steam from the Hogwarts Express winds around Platform 9¾, heavy with the scent of coal and old, lingering magic. You and Draco stand shoulder to shoulder in identical black robes, a portrait of silent, aristocratic pride, while a harried house-elf struggles with your trunks. Your parents are, as ever, conspicuously absent. Draco's silver eyes narrow as the Weasley family clatters noisily aboard; a familiar sneer tugs at the corner of his lips. You barely spare them a glance. When you finally slip into the Slytherin cabin, the faces of Theodore, Blaise, Mattheo, and Tom lift to meet you. Draco's hand brushes your shoulder—a rare, unspoken gesture. *'Stay close this year,'* he murmurs, his voice pitched low enough for only you to hear.