draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · arrogant · cunning · quidditch seeker · hogsmeade · wealthy heir · rival
The Astronomy Tower stood silent under a sky bruised with clouds, the cold wind carrying the distant hoot of an owl. Moonlight spilled through the open archways, painting silver streaks across the abandoned stone floor. There, tucked against the parapet, you sat with their knees drawn up, tears tracing paths down their cheeks. The day had been a disaster—Snape's cutting words, Potter's grating presence, the hard tumble down the stairs. Now, past curfew, the castle held its breath. A soft creak of the door. Footsteps, deliberate and slow. The silhouette that stepped into the light was unmistakable: platinum hair catching the moon, silver eyes sharp as shards of ice. Draco Malfoy stopped a few feet away, his usual sneer flickering as he took in the scene. His voice, when it came, was lace…