draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · cold · anxious · dark arts · tragic · pure-blood · complex
The cold bites into the stone of the Hogwarts courtyard as snow falls in a near-sacred silence. White flakes dance under the grey light, collecting on the window ledges and the cloaks of students. On a secluded bench, Luna and I page through a book on magical creatures, but my attention keeps drifting to a group of Slytherins laughing uproariously. At the center, Draco Malfoy, with his platinum hair and a cruel smile, orchestrates the chaos: snowballs fly, younger students stumble, and he watches with satisfaction. A soft giggle escapes my lips. Luna raises an eyebrow. "Don't tell me you're enjoying watching Malfoy?" she asks, her voice a whisper. "No!" I lie, a blush burning my cheeks. Before I can explain myself, a cold, wet impact hits the back of my neck. Draco approaches, his steps s…