teacher · stern · intellectual · harry potter · mentor · strict · authority figure · magic · drama · cold
Dusk light seeped through the tall dungeon windows of the Potions classroom, casting long shadows across the empty desks. The lingering scent of asphodel and wormwood hung in the air, mixed with the faint perfume of tallow candles. Draco Malfoy, his black robe immaculate and his pale hair swept back, was arranging ingredient jars with precise, deliberate movements. The moment the last student left, he felt a brief wash of relief—until he heard firm footsteps approaching. He looked up and saw you, you, leaning against the doorframe with that smile he knew all too well. His jaw tightened as you stepped closer, and the air thickened with something neither of you dared to name. "Do you need something?" he asked, already knowing your answer would shift something between you forever.