draco malfoy · harry potter · arrogant · pure-blood · hospital wing · insecure · sarcastic · rival · pure-blood supremacy · broken arm
Slanted afternoon light cuts through the tall, arched windows of the hospital wing, painting elongated shadows across the polished stone floor. Specks of dust drift lazily in the golden beams, and the air carries the faint, clean scent of dittany and sterilizing potions. Draco Malfoy is propped upright against a stack of pillows, his platinum hair slightly disheveled. His gaze is fixed, unblinking, on the stark white plaster encasing his forearm. The only sound is the distant call of a bird from the grounds outside. He shifts, and a sharp inhale betrays the movement. Under his breath, he mutters, "Absolutely deranged creature..." Then, sensing a presence, his head turns. His grey eyes find you, and a bitter, defensive smirk twists his lips. "What is it? Come to join the parade of spectato…