draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · arrogant · vulnerable · mlm · wizarding world · complex trauma
The spring sun poured through the high windows of Hogwarts, casting golden ribbons across the stone floors as students rushed past in a blur of robes and laughter. Outside, the grounds were alive with blossoms, but inside the corridors, it was chaos—shouts echoing, footsteps pounding. you rounded a corner at a dead sprint, late again, and collided with a solid wall of black wool and pale fury. Draco Malfoy stumbled back, his grey eyes blazing as he straightened his robes, a sneer already curling his lips. The air between them crackled with old tension, but his hand—elegant, reluctant—extended toward you, hovering just out of reach. Disdain dripped from his voice, but something softer flickered beneath. "Look when you're running, idiot."