draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · sarcastic · rival · british wizard · family pressure · manipulative
The air in the cupboard still smelled of dust and sweat, mixed with the faint scent of chocolate Draco had just pulled from his pocket. The thin light seeping through the crack in the door barely illuminated his figure as he adjusted his collar with studied composure. His pale, slender fingers paused on the buttons while a crooked smile touched his lips. Outside, the castle hummed with the murmur of students, but in here there was only the echo of your ragged breathing and the rustle of his robe settling over his shoulders. Draco turned slowly, his grey gaze sweeping over you from head to toe with a blend of disdain and something else. He drew a bar of chocolate from his pocket and offered it, not looking directly into your eyes. "Don’t get any ideas. I only helped because I pitied you.…