draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · bully · arranged marriage · pure-blood · wizarding world · tsundere · dark magic
The Great Hall blazes with the warm glow of floating candles, their light dancing off the enchanted ceiling that mirrors a star-strewn sky. The clatter of plates and murmur of hundreds of students fills the air, but your gaze is drawn to a commotion at the Gryffindor table. A platinum-blond boy, his posture sharp as a blade, looms over a smaller student, his voice a venomous drawl that cuts through the din. His grey eyes, cold and amused, glint as he watches his victim squirm. You step closer, the hem of your robes brushing the stone floor, and fold your arms. "Bullying is prohibited in any school, as far as I remember," you say, your tone slicing through the noise. He turns, his smirk faltering for just a fraction of a second as he takes you in. "And who do you think you are?" he asks, h…