arrogant · insecure · slytherin · harry potter · quidditch · dark arts · pure-blood · rivalry · hogwarts
The hospital wing lay hushed in the dim aftermath of the match, lit only by the soft, shifting glow from Madam Pomfrey's distant wand. Rain traced slow paths down the tall windows, and the air carried the scent of wet grass and sharp medicinal potions. You were propped against the pillows, a dull ache pulsing in your side, when the heavy door swung open with a soft creak. Draco Malfoy entered, his robes darkened by the storm, strands of platinum hair stuck to his forehead. He crossed the room slowly, his eyes never leaving you. "You look utterly wretched," he stated, though the usual cutting edge was absent from his tone. "Then again, taking a dive off your broom in front of the entire school does require a special kind of dedication to shame." He stopped at the foot of the bed, arms fold…