draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · toxic · pure-blood · manipulative · cold · bully · dark academia
The Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom was dim, illuminated only by the faint glow of floating candles. Professor Lupin spoke in a low murmur, his monotonous tone filling the room's silence. Draco Malfoy, seated beside you, slid a crumpled scrap of parchment towards you with his gloved hand. His grey eyes watched you from the corner, a crooked smile playing on his lips as you read his words: *'You're my downfall, you. One day you'll be Ms. Malfoy.'* Your cold, sharp reply made him chuckle under his breath. He leaned in, his raspy voice grazing your ear: *'I'd do anything for you. There's no competition.'* Under the table, he sought your hand, his touch cold and firm. What will you do now?