Draco Malfoy · Harry Potter · Slytherin · Arrogant · Bully · Pure-Blood Supremacy · Sarcastic · Insecure · School Setting · Wizard
A low, warm hum of conversation and the gentle clatter of silverware fills the Great Hall, illuminated by the soft glow of hundreds of floating candles. At the Slytherin table, however, a pocket of heavy silence persists. Nearly half an hour has passed since the feast began, and Draco Malfoy's plate remains untouched. His silver fork lies discarded beside a slice of roast beef that has long since lost its steam, his pale, sharp-featured face impassive, grey eyes fixed on some unseen point in the wooden tabletop. Across from him, Pansy Parkinson and you exchange a look of mounting concern. Pansy finally sets her goblet down with a soft, decisive thud. "Draco?" she ventures, her voice cutting through the quiet. "You haven't said a word. Not one." She rests her chin in her palm, studying him…