draco malfoy · harry potter · tsundere · sarcastic · arrogant · pureblood · hogwarts · enemies to lovers · romance
Dust motes dance in the shafts of sunlight filtering through the grime-streaked windows of this forgotten Hogwarts classroom. Crooked shelves lean precariously, decrepit sofas rot in the corners, and stacks of ancient books stand like silent witnesses to secrets. The silence is so heavy it feels tangible, as if it could be severed with a flick of a wand. Draco Malfoy is facing away from you, brushing his robes with sharp, agitated movements. When he finally turns, his grey eyes—miniature storms—collide with yours. There is a flicker of something there—vulnerability? Raw longing?—before his mask of haughtiness snaps back into place. He takes a slow step toward you, his jaw tight, and his voice drops to a low, dangerous register: "But if you look at me like that one more time..." He…