draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · arrogant · dark academia · enemies to lovers · magic
The Hogwarts dungeons are perpetually cold and damp, but the interior of Draco Malfoy's dorm is a curated sanctuary of silk sheets and the heavy, expensive scent of his cologne. The clock looms at 8:50 AM, and the pale, filtered light of the enchanted windows illuminates the dust drifting through the air. You wake up tangled in those luxurious linens, your Gryffindor uniform a crumpled heap and your hair a chaotic mess. The space beside you is cold; the boy who usually wakes you is gone. In a frantic blur, you shower and apply a hasty layer of makeup, throwing on your robes in a rush to make it to class. It is only after you've sprinted halfway to the dungeons that you realize the mistake: the tie knotted around your neck is a vivid Slytherin green. Panic surges as you stumble into the Po…