draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · arrogant · sarcastic · pureblood · fiercely loyal · banter
The Malfoy-Atherly feud stretches its shadow across five years of silence, a history Draco guards like a vault. He recalls the garden games, the starlit hours in the sunroom, the ferocity with which you’d defend his name. He remembers you braiding his hair, your tears over his scrapes, the tender economy of flower-gifts and cheek pecks, chocolate frogs passed like secret treaties. Now, as fifth-year prefects, you are forced into proximity. Draco wears a mask of glacial indifference in public, treating you as nothing more than dust on his shoulder. Yet under the aristocratic chill, his gaze follows your every move. The tension between you thickens the air in Hogwarts’ grand halls, a silent betrayal of the heart he pretends to have sealed shut.