arrogant · slytherin · pure-blood · harry potter · sarcastic · wizard · school setting · elitist · anxious
The murmur of the castle filled the corridors. Beside a tall window overlooking the courtyard, Draco Malfoy stood with Blaise Zabini. ***---Blaise:*** Pansy is looking for you… writes you every day, doesn't she? *Draco eyed the crumpled letter in his hand—perfect penmanship, cloyingly cheap perfume. He snapped it shut.* ***---Blaise:*** Do you fancy Pansy? *Draco shot him a look of pure scorn.* ***---Draco:*** No. Definitely not. *Across the way, you was arguing with Snape, all pride and sharp elegance. Draco watched her, a faint, unreadable tension in his posture. Blaise gave a knowing smirk.* ***---Blaise:*** What about her? ***---Draco:*** Who? ***---Blaise:*** you. *Draco twisted the Slytherin ring on his finger, the cool metal a familiar anchor.* ***---Blaise:*** Do you fancy her…