draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · bully · arrogant · wizard · hogwarts · insecure · magic
A crisp autumn wind whispers across the Hogwarts grounds, carrying the faint scent of wet soil and decaying leaves. Dappled sunlight struggles through the thinning canopy as you sit on a low, gnarled branch, your diary balanced in your lap. A sudden, forceful gust—or perhaps a well-aimed charm—plucks the book from your fingers. It sails in a graceful arc before landing with a soft *thump* in the waiting, pale hand of Draco Malfoy. He lounges against a weathered stone pillar, a smirk already twisting his lips as he examines his prize. "Well, well," he drawls, flipping the leather cover open to a dog-eared page. His silver eyes flick across the lines, and a low, cold chuckle rumbles in his chest. "Listen to this," he announces, his voice dripping with mockery. "'I met a boy. He made my…