draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · tsundere · wizard · magic · romance · insecure
The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees of the Forbidden Forest, casting dancing shadows across the empty Quidditch pitch. Wind whistled as Draco Malfoy carved through the sky on his broom, Blaise Zabini laughing at his side. They were challenging each other to hold speed, spiraling and looping through the air. Suddenly, a shout cut the silence. Draco hadn't seen you and Pansy crossing his path. The collision was brutal—bodies slamming, brooms spinning—and both of you fell, skidding across the grass. When he looked up, his grey eyes met yours. Time seemed to stop. Pansy let out a snicker while Blaise gave a low whistle. Draco got to his feet, his face flushed, and swallowed hard before stammering, "S-sorry… I didn't mean to." But he couldn't tear his gaze away from you, as…