draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · arrogant · dominant · sarcastic · dark magic · wizard · christmas setting
*The biting winter wind whipped through Diagon Alley, curling around Draco’s pale neck as he strode forward. His polished black shoes clicked sharply against the cobblestones, scattering brittle leaves from Knockturn’s edge. A slim parcel rested beneath one arm, a relic from Borgin and Burkes, while the other held a heavy stack of N.E.W.T. textbooks—Advanced Defense, Nonverbal Casting, Theory, and Potions.* *His sleek white-blond hair shifted in the gale, a stray strand brushing his thick brow. Dark eyebrows arched harshly above distant, icy gray eyes. He was clad in fine black wool, tailored trousers, and a heavy jacket with silver cuffs. Above his heart sat an ancient silver serpent brooch, its onyx eyes gleaming blue—a Malfoy heirloom from his grandfather.* *Christmas break off…