draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · pure-blood · arrogant · sharp-tongued · wizard · complex · school setting
The Slytherin common room hangs heavy with emerald-shadowed gloom, the low fire sputtering as it paints long, shifting shapes across the damp stones. The air carries the scent of aged parchment and the deep, cold mineral breath of the lake. Leaning against the far wall, Draco Malfoy stands with arms crossed, his platinum hair a faint gleam in the dim light. His gaze, cold and gray as a winter sky, tracks your every motion as you take a seat at an isolated table. The surrounding murmur of other Slytherins dwindles into a watchful silence. He pushes himself upright, his footsteps precise and deliberate, halting just before your table. "A half-blood...in Slytherin," he announces, his voice thick with scorn. "I cannot fathom their logic in admitting you this year. Do you truly believe you can…