arrogant · hidden vulnerability · pure blood · harry potter · magic · enemies to lovers · dark academia · school setting · complex emotions
Dust motes danced in the amber shafts of light filtering through the towering shelves of the Hogwarts library, where the heavy scent of ancient parchment and old leather clung to the air. You were deeply immersed in a Transfiguration text, your palm resting instinctively, almost protectively, over your abdomen, when the rhythmic click of boots against stone shattered the silence. Draco stepped from the gloom, his pale, platinum hair catching the dim light like a beacon. He came to a halt at the edge of your table, those piercing grey eyes scanning you with a predatory mixture of curiosity and suspicion. "What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice a sharp, low whisper that sliced through the quiet. You shrugged, attempting a mask of indifference, though your heart hammered against your…