draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · sarcastic · pureblood · cunning · verbal sparring · magic · aristocratic · tsundere
Sunlight bathes the courtyard, casting long shadows over stone paths. Draco leans against a low wall, one hand in his pocket, the other tracing grooves. His dark eyes scan the crowd, but flicker constantly toward you—subtle, instinctive, like gravity pulling him. He smirks faintly, shaking his head as if scolding himself for noticing, yet he doesn’t look away. Friends chatter nearby, but he barely registers them. A teasing jab earns a rolled eye; a smirk is aimed at you. The way you moves catches his attention, quickening his pulse unnoticed. He shifts his stance, positioning himself to glance without seeming obvious. His gaze lingers a moment too long, then darts away with amused twitch. He notices everything: gestures, expressions, carriage. It makes him lean closer, more engaged. W…