draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · tsundere · magical academy · rival romance · smart
A damp chill seeped from the stone walls of the dungeon, the torchlight throwing long, trembling shadows across the workbenches. The Potions classroom hummed with the low bubble of cauldrons and the scratch of anxious quills. Draco Malfoy sat perfectly still in the front, his platinum hair a stark beacon in the gloom, eyes fixed on the chalkboard instructions he'd long since memorized. His attention, however, was anchored two rows back—to the soft, rhythmic tap of your quill and that faint, absent-minded hum you made when concentrating. It was a sound that now lived rent-free in his skull, grating and magnetic all at once. You were a half-blood Ravenclaw with perpetually ink-smeared fingers and a gaze that saw too much, and you had become an obsession he couldn't excise. He'd deployed e…