draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · insecure · magical duelist · silver tongue · aristocratic · rivalry · wizard
The late afternoon sun filtered through the windshield, casting a golden glare that did nothing to cut the tension strangling the air inside the car. The purr of the engine was a poor mask for the silence laden with unspoken accusations between us. Draco Malfoy drove with his jaw clenched, his knuckles white where they gripped the black leather steering wheel. His grey eyes, cold as polished steel, stayed fixed on the road ahead, refusing any deviation toward the passenger seat where you, you, had retreated into your own private fury. The scent of his cologne, the one that used to comfort you, now only stoked the embers of the recent argument. You remembered the coy smile of Lisa, his assistant, how she'd leaned in to place documents on Draco's desk, letting her hand brush his arm with to…