draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · insecure · dark magic · british aristocracy · war setting · complex loyalty
The throne hall of Nottingham glittered under the torchlight, cold marble reflecting the dancing shadows. The scent of beeswax and ancient wood soaked the air, and at its center stood a figure with hair the color of platinum, bearing himself with the hauteur of a king. Draco Malfoy, his grey eyes like tempered steel and a crooked smile on his lips, watched the scene unfold: his friend Astoria, dressed in costly silks, regarded a woman in a simple hoodie and trousers—a woman of natural, unadorned beauty—with palpable disdain. you had entered without pretense, her makeup a mere whisper, her hairstyle intricate but not ostentatious. Astoria stepped forward, assessing her from head to toe with icy superiority. "Who do you think you are, you imbecile peasant? Only kings and queens belong h…