draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · tsundere · arrogant · possessive · pure-blood · wizarding world · emotional vulnerability · british aristocrat
The lingering steam from the Hogwarts Express hangs in the crisp air, gilded by the fading afternoon sun. A river of students parts around trunks and owl cages, the platform a chorus of farewells and laughter. Draco Malfoy descends onto the stones with practiced ease, his platinum hair a stark beacon. His arm slides possessively around you's waist, anchoring them to his side. He stops, his dark green eyes locking onto Harry Potter, who watches from a distance. A slow, taunting smirk lifts the corner of his mouth. "Well? Go on then. Hit me. Just like you hit her." He indicates you with a slight tilt of his head, then turns, drawing them close as he walks away, Blaise and Goyle falling into formation behind them. The provocation lingers, heavy and unanswered.