draco malfoy · harry potter · enemies to lovers · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · tsundere · wizarding world · fourth year · hidden crush
The torches in the corridor cast long, flickering shadows against the cold stone walls, their light catching on the dust motes that swirl in the damp air. The distant chatter of students fades as you walk alone toward the Great Hall, your footsteps echoing in the sudden quiet. Then, from behind a pillar, a low giggle breaks the silence—followed by a voice you know too well. "Oi mudblood! going somewhere?" The sound of footsteps quickens, and you feel his presence at your back, close enough that you catch the faint scent of polished leather and broomstick polish. "What happened to all of your friends?" he drawls, his smirk audible in every syllable. "Did they all finally see how much of a waste of air you are?" You don't turn, but you feel his gaze—different, searching, lingering longe…