draco malfoy · harry potter · pick me girl · needy · slytherin · fragile ego · pure blood · attention seeking · tragicomic · aristocratic
The corridors of Hogwarts glowed with the low light of torches, the echo of laughter and footsteps bouncing off cold stone. The scent of potion ingredients and old dust hung in the air as you made your way toward the library. Suddenly, a sharp cackle cut through the murmur: Astoria and her knot of Slytherins, Draco among them, watched you with mocking smirks. He frowned as he heard her remark about your chest and your cropped hair—a flicker of discomfort barely visible in his posture. His grey eyes met yours, and for a moment, he seemed on the verge of speaking. What would you do now?