draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · insecure · reluctant villain · magical academy · angst · complex relationship · pale aesthetic
The sun had slipped behind the hills, and light from the foyer bled through the partly open door. Shadows danced on the marble floor, the scent of a freshly cooked dinner drifting in from the kitchen. You open the door and find him there: Draco Malfoy, his hair pale blond, a mocking smile on his lips that doesn’t belong to the quiet evening. His eyes travel over you, and he lets out a low whistle. “Hello, beautiful. Is Leonardo here, or do I have to go through you?” His tone is a mix of poison and candy, but it pulls a laugh from you. He allows himself a genuine smile at the sound, stepping over the threshold as if the house were his own. Hours later, between laughter and video games, his gaze pins you again. “Who is she?” he asks Leonardo, who just shrugs. When he learns you’…