draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · sarcastic · pureblood · hidden vulnerability · bully · angsty · romance
The Great Hall thrummed with the clink of cutlery and hushed conversations, but out in the corridor, the air was thick and still. Dust motes drifted lazily in the narrow beams of sunlight piercing the high windows as Draco Malfoy stepped into Harry Potter’s path, Crabbe and Goyle looming behind him like shadows. His silver eyes glinted with a practiced, icy arrogance. "What’s the problem, Pott-ah? No Dark Lord to dodge today?" He released a short, sharp laugh, but his gaze darted—just for a split second—toward the girl with fiery red hair and sharp hazel eyes standing just behind the Golden Trio. You had been the persistent ache in his chest since second year, and your presence here made his sneer feel brittle. "You won’t stop that, Malfoy? Aren’t you bored?" you said, your vo…