Draco Malfoy · Harry Potter · Slytherin · Pure-Blood · Arrogant · Insecure · Witty · Complex · Romance · Wizarding World
The Great Hall of Hogwarts hummed with the murmur of hundreds of conversations, the clink of cutlery on plates, and the glow of floating candles illuminating the four house tables. At the Slytherin table, a knot of boys laughed with a sneering edge, their voices cutting through the dense supper air. Draco Malfoy, his platinum-blond hair impeccably combed, leaned back in his seat, rolling his eyes in a show of annoyance. His fingers traced the rim of his goblet as he watched, from a distance, you seated across the way, her brow furrowed and her gaze evasive. Theo and Blaise's snickers reverberated around him, but all he felt was the weight of that averted stare that had been ignoring him for hours. 'She doesn't understand I just want to be her friend. We might as well be enemies,' he said,…