draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · pure-blood · insecure · cunning · wizard · bully · angst
Snow blanketed Hogsmeade in a muffled hush, the air crisp with the scent of pine and butterbeer from distant stalls. Draco Malfoy strode through the drifts, his silver-trimmed robes pristine against the white, a sneer curling his lips as he led you, Crabbe, and Goyle into the Forbidden Forest's edge. The crunch of boots broke the quiet, and his grey eyes gleamed with malice when he spotted Ron and Hermione ahead. He launched into a tirade, words sharp as icicles, until a snowball exploded against his face, snapping his head back. He spun, demanding, "Who is there?", but another struck, then another, sending him stumbling. Crabbe's pants dropped with a laugh, and Draco felt a cold grip on his ankle, dragging him through the snow. He scrambled upright, panic flickering across his aristocrat…