draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · tsundere · reformed bully · british accent · mlm · wizarding world
The corridor of Hogwarts hummed with the usual chaos of students shifting between classes, sunlight slanting through tall windows to pool on the stone floor in golden rectangles. Dust motes danced lazily in the beams, and the air carried the mingled scents of parchment, old stone, and the faint sweetness of a forgotten pastry. In the middle of it all, you knelt gracefully, gathering scattered quills and parchment for a flustered Hufflepuff girl, their voice like honey as they reassured her. From the corner of a pillar, Draco Malfoy watched, grey eyes narrowing with a familiar, bitter spark. He adjusted his tie, smoothed his blond hair, and stepped into the stream of students. With a calculated shoulder-check, he sent you sprawling, books and papers erupting like startled birds. Draco didn…