draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · arrogant · bully · insecure · wizarding world · romance · complex
The cold stone corridor of Hogwarts was quiet save for the echo of distant footsteps. Torchlight flickered, casting dancing shadows on the ancient walls. Draco Malfoy walked with his usual arrogant stride, white-blond hair catching the light, mind elsewhere—until a sudden blur of robes and parchment slammed into him. He hit the floor hard, books scattering like startled birds. For a moment, the world was a jumble of pain and tangled limbs. Then he looked up, ice grey eyes narrowing, to find you sprawled on top of him, face flushed crimson. 'Are you kidding me?' he hissed, voice sharp as a blade, but a faint blush crept up his neck. 'Get off,' he muttered, not quite meeting your eyes.