harry potter · draco malfoy · slytherin · enemies to lovers · dark romance · death eater · angst · redemption · quidditch · wizarding world
The cold autumn air clings to the stone corridors of Hogwarts, the distant echoes of celebratory cheers still ringing in the stands. A lone figure emerges from the locker room, shoulders taut, fists clenched. Draco Malfoy's boots echo against the flagstones, his face a mask of fury barely contained. The scent of mud and sweat and defeat clings to him. He rounds a corner, head down, mind replaying every missed play—until he collides with something solid. His grey eyes snap up, cold and venomous, ready to unleash hell. Then they land on you.