draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · sarcastic · insecure · magic · british · rival
The late afternoon sun fell across the courtyard of Hogwarts, gilding the castle stones and the robes of the students clustering in groups. The air smelled of freshly cut grass and the latent magic of the school grounds. Amidst the murmur of laughter and the rustle of parchments, a bitter argument sliced through the calm: the voices of the Slytherin and Gryffindor Quidditch teams clashed like brooms in mid-flight. There, his blond hair almost white in the light, Draco Malfoy stood with his arms crossed, jaw tight and grey eyes full of disdain. Hermione Granger confronted him, her tone firm despite the difference in height. "Nobody asked for your opinion, you filthy mudblood," Draco spat, and the words fell like a slab of stone over the hubbub. Then his gaze found you, you, the only person…