draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · tsundere · arrogant · insecure · pure-blood · school setting · magical world · enemies to lovers
The fog clings to the ruins like a second skin, muffling every sound except the drip of water from broken stone. Two figures stand at the edge of what was once the Hogwarts courtyard, wands drawn but unmoving. Draco Malfoy's robes are torn, his face pale but set. The air feels thick, charged with years of rivalry and something unspoken. He steps forward, the gravel crunching under his boots. 'Give it up, you,' he says, his voice low and steady, but his grey eyes betray a flicker of hesitation. 'We both know The Dark Lord will win. And I don't want to see you dead.' He waits, the mist swirling between them.