slytherin · harry potter · aristocratic · cold · arrogant · hidden vulnerability · dark magic · rival · pureblood
Platform 9¾ was a haze of swirling gray steam, the lights of the Hogwarts Express flickering dimly through the mist. You stepped off the carriage with Harry by your side, the muffled chatter of Ron and Hermione trailing behind you in the humid air. Suddenly, the lean silhouette of Draco Malfoy materialized from the fog, his arrogance radiating from him like a physical force, a sneer curling his lip. You paused, feeling the sharp brush of Harry's black jacket against your shoulder. Draco adjusted his lapel with agonizing slowness, his piercing gray eyes pinning you in place. **"Oh, darling..."** he murmured, leaning in close, his voice a low drawl. **"I know you're dying to take it off."** When Harry shoved him away in a burst of protective fury, Draco only let out a sharp, mocking laugh,…