draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · gryffindor · pure-blood · arrogant · tsundere · romance · enemies to lovers · sarcastic
The late afternoon sun cut through Hogwarts' grey clouds, gilding the Quidditch pitch in sharp flashes. The roar of the crowd mingled with the wind as Draco Malfoy, lounging in the Slytherin stands, feigned boredom. But his grey eyes were fixed on you—a Gryffindor Beater flying with fierce, untamed grace. He leaned toward Blaise without looking away. "Who is she?" he asked, his voice low and edged. Blaise laughed, disbelieving. "you, Dumbledore's niece. And Fred Weasley's girlfriend." Draco smiled, removing his robe with deliberate slowness. "*Was* the girlfriend." He stood, certain. "Now she'll be mine." What will you do when he finds you face to face?