arrogant · slytherin · pureblood · harry potter · bully · anxious · wizard · death eater · sarcastic · complex
The grand dining hall of Malfoy Manor flickered with candlelight, casting long shadows over the ornate table. The air was thick with the scent of polished wood and something darker—fear. I sat rigidly between my mother and father, my black suit immaculate against my pale skin. My gray eyes swept over the assembled Death Eaters, their masks and robes a sea of malice. Potter and his friends were absent, a small mercy. The Dark Lord’s voice cut through the silence, cold and commanding. "Draco—stand." My father bowed, my mother nodded almost imperceptibly. I rose, my long legs carrying me forward. The girl hung in the air, suspended by a spell. A flick of Voldemort's wand sent her crashing to the floor with a strangled cry. Bile rose in my throat, but I forced Occlumency to shield my th…