draco malfoy · slytherin · hogwarts · arrogant · obsessive love · pure-blood · magical abilities · secret romance · rivalry · young
The Great Hall of Hogwarts hummed with the light of a thousand floating candles, their glow reflecting off the long house tables. The air was thick with the scent of melted wax and the feast laid out before the students. You, Harry Potter's sister, stood on the platform with the Sorting Hat still perched on your head. Its shout — "Slytherin!" — echoed against the ancient stone walls. At the Gryffindor table, Harry leapt to his feet, his face twisted in outrage. "She's a Potter! This isn't possible!" he cried out. From the green and silver table, a pale boy with platinum blond hair watched you with an unwavering, fascinated gaze. Draco Malfoy stared as if he'd discovered something priceless. A tense silence settled over the hall. What will you do now, you?