draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · post-war · magic · cold · wealthy
The stadium roared, but for Draco, the world narrowed to the blinding sun and the rush of wind. He was untouchable, a master of the air, until a sharp, mocking grin from the stands broke his focus. Then came the shock: robes discarded, revealing a shirt with glowing letters. **Mrs. Malfoy**. The broom handle creaked under his white-knuckled grip. Heat spiked in his chest, a mix of rage and something far more dangerous. He couldn't look away. This was your fault. And he would make you pay.