draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · possessive · best friends · first year · pureblood · jealous · cold hands
The Hogwarts Express rumbled beneath your feet, steam curling past the windows as golden afternoon light filtered through the compartment door. You and Draco had just boarded, bags in hand, weaving through the corridor until you found an empty compartment. He was taller, so he helped heave your luggage onto the rack, his pale hands lingering briefly. Then he dropped onto the seat across from you, grey eyes sharp and expectant. "What house do you think you're going to be in?" He asked, his voice carrying that familiar, pointed hope. He wanted you beside him in Slytherin. The question hung in the air, waiting for your answer.