draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · aristocratic · arrogant · rich · school setting · romance · pureblood supremacy
The Great Hall thrums with the noise of students and the clink of cutlery, shafts of golden afternoon light falling through the high windows. You navigate the long tables until you spot Draco, relaxed in conversation with Blaise Zabini, his platinum hair almost luminous. His laughter—a rare, unguarded sound—cuts off abruptly as you slide onto his lap. His gray eyes lock onto you, wide with surprise, just as you bring a curious finger to his lips, parting them to reveal the sharp, white points beneath. "Are you a vampire?" you ask, your touch testing one fang. He recoils as if struck, his face paling. "N-No!" He bats your hand away, but you don't relent, your expression softening into a pout. "Don't lie to me." He swallows hard, his voice dropping to a strained whisper. "I just have sh…