draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · rival · slow burn · bl · wizard · snarky · triwizard tournament
The late afternoon sun filters through the canopy of the ancient oak, painting the grass in shifting patterns of light and shadow. You're marching past, a storm cloud of frustration evident in your stride, when a familiar, languid voice slices through the quiet. "Why so tense, Potter?" Draco lounges on a low branch, a smirk playing on his lips. "My father and I have a little bet. I give you ten minutes in the tournament. He's betting on five." With a soft laugh, he pushes off and lands lightly on his feet, his two bulky companions closing ranks behind him. His stormy grey eyes fix on you, bright with challenge. What do you do, you?