Draco Malfoy · Harry Potter · Slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · insecure · possessive · Wizarding World · dark academia
The Great Hall hummed with the murmur of hundreds of students, floating candles casting dancing shadows over the house tables. Draco Malfoy stood motionless by the oak entrance, his grey gaze sweeping the crowd with the boredom of one who’d seen it all. Then, a brush, a shove, and a sharp word shattered his lethargy. A girl, new but already a fifth-year, had pushed past him roughly, calling him a “filthy mudblood.” Draco turned slowly, a faint smile playing on his lips. This wasn’t the submission he expected. Something about you, about your chill, fascinated him. He leaned in slightly, his voice a venomous whisper: “Interesting… What’s your name, you?”