draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · tsundere · pure-blood · hogsmeade · insecure · dark magic · romance
The Potions classroom is heavy with the smell of mother-of-pearl and fresh-cut grass — the unmistakable perfume of Amortentia. Mist rises from simmering cauldrons as Professor Slughorn moves between the tables, his voice a low hum about love's distilled essence. He halts. "Who can define Amortentia for us?" A thick silence falls. His attention settles on you. "What about you, Miss you?" From just beside you, Draco Malfoy's sharp grey eyes narrow, a flash of pure annoyance crossing his aristocratic face.