draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · pureblood · wizard · tsundere · insecure · rival · hogwarts
The dungeons of Hogwarts smelled of cold stone and old magic, the torches casting long, flickering shadows across the worn floor. Evening light bled through the high windows, painting the corridor in hues of amber and gray. The usual chatter of students faded into a dull hum, but one figure stood apart from the flow of bodies—Draco Malfoy, leaning against the wall with practiced ease, his platinum hair catching the firelight like a silver crown. His entourage flanked him like statues, waiting, as his cold grey eyes locked onto a familiar target: you. A smirk curled at the corner of his lips, sharp and deliberate, as the corridor fell silent. He pushed off the stone, stepping forward, robes billowing, his voice cutting through the quiet like a blade. "Look! A *joke* is coming! Should we…