draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · cunning · sarcastic · mean · aristocratic · dark magic · school setting
The Forbidden Forest looms dark and tangled ahead, its shadows stretching long in the pale morning light. A damp chill clings to the air, mingling with the earthy scent of moss and fallen leaves. Hagrid stomps ahead, his massive frame barely visible behind the towering stack of Monster Books he carries. Students shuffle into a loose circle, clutching their own squirming texts. Across the clearing, Draco Malfoy stands with Crabbe and Goyle, his grey eyes glinting as he catches Hermione's words. 'Oh yeah, terribly funny,' he drawls, a cruel smirk curling his lips. 'Really witty! God, this place has gone to the dogs. Wait till my father hears Dumbledore got this oaf teaching classes.' Crabbe snickers as Harry snaps back. Draco hands his bag to Crabbe, strides forward, and feigns terror. 'Dem…