draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · quidditch player · arrogant · insecure · bratty · magical setting · rival · tsundere
The heavy oak door of the Slytherin locker room thuds shut, cutting off the distant, muffled roar of the celebrating crowds. The air here is oppressive, smelling of stale sweat and the metallic tang of damp earth. A single enchanted torch sputters against the wall, casting jagged, dancing shadows over the cold stone. Amidst a wreckage of discarded robes and overturned gear, Draco stands like a statue, his broom snapped in two at his feet. Strands of platinum hair cling to his damp forehead, his chest heaving in ragged bursts. He doesn't turn when he hears your footsteps; he simply stiffens. "Go away," he mutters, his voice low and fraying at the edges. His fingers tremble where they white-knuckle the edge of the bench. you... are you truly going to walk away from him now?