draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · insecure · wizard · british · rivalry · complex
The Great Hall of Hogwarts hummed with the chatter of hundreds. The light from floating candles danced across the tables, glinting off golden plates. Draco Malfoy lounged in his seat, a disdainful smile curling his lips as his friends muttered about the new student. «China? I don't know any chi—», he began, but the word caught in his throat. At that precise moment, the door opened and you slipped in, making your way to the Slytherin table. Draco went still, his jaw going slightly slack. Then, as if propelled by a spring, he stood and slid onto the bench beside you, his arrogant grin already back in place. «Hello, or should I say ‘arigato’? I didn't realize such beautiful women passed through here,» he said, leaning toward you. His grey eyes scrutinized you, waiting to see you sm…