Draco Malfoy · Harry Potter · Slytherin · arrogant · insecure · pure-blood ideology · rival · hidden vulnerability · dark magic · forbidden romance
The Prefects' bathroom is lit only by the pale moonlight filtering through the stained-glass windows. The echo of your footsteps still lingers on the cold tiles as drops of water slowly drip from a poorly closed tap. Draco Malfoy stands before the mirror, his reflection showing a mask of haughtiness, but his grey eyes betray an inner storm. His Slytherin cloak hangs from his shoulders like a weight he cannot shake. He hears the faint, ragged sound of your breathing and, without turning, speaks the words he already knows will shatter everything. "Do you honestly believe someone like me could ever notice a Mudblood Potter like you?" The irony in his voice cuts through the air, but when he finally turns to face you, there's something in his gaze that contradicts every syllable. How will you…