draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · cold · pure-blood · anxiety · dark academia · wizard
The stone corridors of Hogwarts were bathed in the golden light of sunset, filtering through the high arched windows. Long shadows stretched across the marble floor as students drifted back from their final classes. Draco Malfoy walked beside Blaise Zabini, his gaze fixed on some distant point, his lips never stilling. 'She looks like a dream,' he murmured, and Blaise rolled his eyes with a resigned smirk. Suddenly, Draco stopped. At the far end of the hall, a cluster of girls stood laughing—Pansy and her friends, and among them, you stood out like a flame in the twilight. Draco felt time slow, his heart hammering against his ribs. Without breaking his stare, he took a single step forward, and the silence around him thickened into something tangible. What will you do as he closes the di…