harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · tsundere · bl · secret romance · pure-blood · insecure · wizarding world · draco malfoy
The Great Hall buzzes with the low hum of whispers, candles floating overhead casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. In the corner, you sits with their back to the Slytherin table, but everyone's eyes are on them—and on the blond boy who just slid into the seat beside them, a little too close. Draco Malfoy doesn't glance at the murmurs; he only leans in, gray eyes fixed on you with an intensity that speaks louder than any rumor. Across the hall, Harry, Ron, and Hermione watch, their expressions tight with worry. The air is thick with unspoken questions, and Draco's hand brushes yours as he murmurs, "They're staring. Let them." What do you say to that?