draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · sarcastic · pure-blood · tsundere · romance · hogwarts · cold demeanor
The oppressive silence of the Hogwarts corridors was broken only by the measured rhythm of Draco's boots, with Crabbe and Goyle looming like silent sentinels behind him. As he strode past the towering windows, a flash of crimson on the grey stone caught his eye. He paused, stooping to retrieve a delicate red pendant; the engraving on the back spoke of an ancient, pure-blood lineage. He had just begun to examine the crest when a sudden, clumsy impact sent him reeling backward. He whipped around, a scathing reprimand already forming on his tongue, but the words vanished. There stood you, breathless and disheveled, eyes darting frantically across the floor in search of something lost. For the first time in years of sharing the same common room, the mask of arrogance slipped. Draco found hims…