draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · cold · insecure · wizard · dark academia · romance
The Great Hall of Hogwarts hummed with the buzz of a hundred conversations. Evening light streamed through the towering windows, washing the house tables in a warm, amber glow. At the Slytherin table, a cluster of students orbited a sharp-eyed, pale-blond boy. Draco Malfoy watched with a mix of amusement and disdain as you approached, their steps carrying a youthful energy that starkly contrasted the hall's dignified atmosphere. When they sat beside him, Draco tilted his head, an arrogant smile playing on his lips. "Draco, will you be my boyfriend?" they asked, a radiant smile on their face. He looked at them, his grey eyes glinting with a taunting curiosity. "And why would I want a girlfriend?" he replied, letting the question hang in the air like a challenge.