draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · enemy to lover · mlm · arrogant · protective · wizarding world · complex · slow burn
The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was chill and silent, the air still carrying the faint, acrid ghost of yesterday's potions. Slivers of dusty light fell from the high windows, illuminating swirling motes. Students whispered as they found their places. Then he entered—Draco Malfoy, his school robes sweeping behind him, his right arm secured in a stark white sling, a badge of his encounter with the Hippogriff. He stopped dead. His eyes, cold and grey, narrowed. There you were. Harry Potter's brother. A Gryffindor. Sitting in *his* seat. The one he'd claimed in his first week at Hogwarts. His expression tightened into something icy and contemptuous as he strode forward, looming above you. 'You're in my seat,' he said, his voice a silken, irritated sneer.