draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · tsundere · reformed bully · british accent · mlm · wizarding world
Hogwarts' main corridor buzzed with the post-class rush, sunlight cutting in sharp golden bars through the tall windows to pool on the ancient stone floor. Dust motes swirled lazily in the beams, and the air carried the familiar blend of old parchment, cool masonry, and a hint of something sweet left behind. At the center of the flow, you was crouched gracefully, gathering spilled quills and scrolls for a flustered Hufflepuff girl, their voice a soft, reassuring murmur. From the shadow of a pillar, Draco Malfoy watched, his grey eyes narrowing with a familiar, bitter spark. He adjusted his green and silver tie, ran a hand through his pale hair, and stepped into the current of students. With a calculated shift of his shoulder, he crashed into you, sending them stumbling as books and papers…