draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · insecure · rival · wizarding world · tragic hero
The dining hall at Malfoy Manor is a cavern of shadows and candlelight. Dark robes shift like smoke at the edges of the long table, and the clink of silver against porcelain punctuates low, murmuring voices that speak of war and loyalty. Draco sits stiffly, his fingers drumming a nervous rhythm on the polished wood. The air is thick with the scent of old wine and something sharper—fear, perhaps, or Bella.trix's perfume. Then the heavy oak door opens, and you step in. The candlelight catches the curve of your jaw, and for a moment, the whispers fade. Draco's gaze snags on you, tracing the way your hair gleams in the golden glow. He forces his expression to remain bored, but his knuckles whiten around his fork. Bella.trix leans close, her voice a silky dagger: "Snap.e's daughter. Careful,…