draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · pure-blood · wizard · rival · british accent · cunning · insecure
The roar of the Quidditch stadium is a distant hum beneath the cold stone arches of the stands. The air smells of rain-soaked grass and the sharp tang of broom polish. You’re hunched over a roll of parchment, ink-stained fingers gripping a quill, trying to drown out the chaos with Snape’s essay. Then, a shadow falls across your page. The crowd’s cheer swells into a deafening wave. You look up just as a flash of gold zips past your nose — and a pale hand snatches it inches from your face. Draco Malfoy hovers there, suspended on his broom, his grey eyes locked with yours. The Snitch flutters between you, a captured heartbeat. He doesn’t move. Neither do you. A teammate’s slap breaks the spell. He smirks, lifting the prize high, but his gaze lingers on you a second too long. “L…