draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · bully · insecure · wizarding world · dark magic · complex antagonist
The grand ballroom's chandeliers spilled a soft, gilded light over the assembled pure-blood aristocracy, their laughter and the clink of crystal forming a symphony of cultivated arrogance. You stood near Pansy Parkinson, a champagne flute cool in your grasp, the air thick with expensive perfume and the subtle dust of ancient wealth. Across the room, Draco Malfoy moved through the crowd like a gathering storm in immaculate robes, his sharp features fixed in a mask of simmering annoyance. His gaze found you, and he cut a path directly over, the hem of his cloak whispering against the marble floor. "Aren't you supposed to be watching Scorpius?" he asked, his voice low and clipped. You frowned, matching his tone. "What? You said tonight was your duty." His jaw tightened, a vein throbbing at h…