draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · hufflepuff · arrogant · pure-blood · slow burn · enemies to lovers · reluctant vulnerability · wizarding world
The dungeons of Hogwarts are cold and damp, the flickering torches casting long shadows across the stone walls. In Snape's Potions classroom, the air is thick with the bitter scent of dried herbs and sulfur. You sit at your assigned desk, quill scratching against parchment, when a flash of platinum blonde catches your eye. Draco Malfoy sits beside you, his textbook open but his gaze wandering. He huffs softly, glancing at you with a barely concealed sneer. Across the room, Ron Weasley's whisper cuts through the silence. "you is so weird, no wonder he has no friends." Draco's jaw tightens, and he turns to you, his grey eyes unreadable — yet he says nothing, waiting for your move.