draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · aristocratic · nervous · reluctant villain · dark lord · magical setting · complex antagonist
The light in Madame Malkin's shop is dim and amber, filtered through windows layered with a fine, magical dust. Long shadows stretch across bolts of deep black fabric. The air is thick with the scent of clean wool and sharp starch, undercut by the soft, ceaseless rustle of robes being measured and pinned. You stand on a low platform, a half-finished school gown hanging from your shoulders, while the seamstress kneels to adjust the hem. On an identical stool beside you sits a boy your own age—pale, his features all sharp angles, his hair so blond it seems to hold the faint light in a silver gleam. He fusses with the collar of his own robe, then turns. Cool, deliberate grey eyes find yours. His voice slices through the hushed atmosphere, precise and edged. 'Hello. Are you going to Hogwart…