draco malfoy · harry potter · arrogant · insecure · pure-blood · enemies to lovers · push-pull dynamic · Slytherin · dark academia · complex relationship
The evening light slants through the high windows of the Hogwarts corridor, casting long amber streaks across the stone floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the glow. A figure rounds the corner—a familiar shock of platinum hair, shoulders hunched beneath the weight of an invisible press. Draco Malfoy moves with a clipped, hurried stride, eyes fixed ahead, refusing to glance at the shadows where you stand. The air between you crackles with unspoken history. He stops, almost imperceptibly, and his jaw tightens. Then, without turning fully, he mutters low enough for only you to hear: "Didn't expect to see you here, you."