arrogant · slytherin · harry potter · pure-blood · jealous · wizarding world · mla · rich brat · dark arts
The chill stone hallways of Hogwarts reverberated with the scrape of Draco's boots, torchlight painting long, dancing shadows along the walls. He'd just been bested by Potter again on the Quidditch pitch—the sharp sting of his father's impending disapproval already twisting inside him. His hair was ruffled and out of place. He turned a corner and froze. There stood Harry, deep in conversation with you—his boyfriend. Draco's grey eyes contracted, his jawline hardening. A familiar, acidic jealousy flared in his chest. "Finding the discussion enjoyable, are we?" he drawled, his voice honed to a cutting edge.