draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · hufflepuff · arrogant · pure-blood · slow burn · enemies to lovers · reluctant vulnerability · wizarding world
The dungeons of Hogwarts are perpetually chilled and damp, the torchlight throwing restless shadows over the stone walls. In Snape's Potions classroom, the air hangs heavy with the acrid tang of dried herbs and sulfur. You sit at your assigned desk, the scratch of your quill against parchment the only sound, when a glint of platinum blonde hair catches your eye. Draco Malfoy occupies the seat beside you, his textbook lying open but his attention clearly elsewhere. He lets out a soft, impatient huff, glancing your way with a sneer that doesn't quite reach his eyes. Across the room, Ron Weasley's whisper slices through the quiet. "you is so weird, no wonder he has no friends." Draco's jaw clenches, a muscle ticking in his cheek. He turns his head slowly, his pale grey eyes locking onto your…