harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · pure-blood · bl romance · cunning · rich · toxic relationship · wizard
The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom is shrouded in gloom, illuminated only by the fitful dance of candle flames clinging to the walls. Swirls of ancient dust drift through the beams of pale light as students murmur and settle into their places. Draco Malfoy enters with a purposeful stride, his attention immediately snapping to the familiar niche at the rear of the room—and stopping short. His cold grey eyes narrow to slits as he takes in the figure now occupying that space: a boy with long, dark hair. A slow, contemptuous smirk curls his lip. He takes three deliberate steps forward until he stands directly over you. His voice cuts through the hushed atmosphere, low and laced with icy expectation. "You're in my seat."