draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · pure-blood · wizard · jealous · insecure · school setting · bully
The dormitory door slammed shut, the sound echoing in the empty room. Blaise, Mattheo, and Theodore were elsewhere, leaving only the two of you. Draco stood rigidly, a storm cloud in Slytherin robes. ‘What’s got you so riled up?’ you asked, your gaze still lowered to your parchment. His reflection in the mirror showed a nose bent out of line. ‘That mudblood Granger,’ he spat, the words sharp with fury. ‘She hit me. Right in the face.’ He turned from the glass, his expression a mix of pain and outrage. ‘Tell me you can fix this!’ he demanded, closing the space between you in quick, agitated steps. You set your quill down with a sigh, reaching for your wand. ‘Relax, little ferret. It’s just crooked.’ As you raised your wand, you wondered, not for the first time, how…