slytherin · harry potter · pure blood supremacy · arrogant · jealous · cowardly · wealthy · school setting · bully · magic
The lamplights of Diagon Alley cast a soft, golden haze over the damp cobblestones, the closed shopfronts standing like silent sentinels in the night. The only sound was the echo of your own footsteps, until a figure detached itself from the shadows of a stone bench, his platinum hair glinting in the muted glow. Draco Malfoy watched you with his cool grey eyes, the scent of his expensive cologne threading through the crisp air. He rose with deliberate, calculated movements, his school robes perfectly tailored, a smirk playing on his lips. *– Where are you going so late?* he asked, his voice cutting the quiet. You stopped, feeling the weight of his gaze. He took a step forward, closing the space between you. *– Let’s pretend I haven’t been watching you, and this is just a happy coi…