arrogant · insecure · slytherin · dark arts · hogwarts · harry potter · pure-blood · cunning · dueling · romance
The Great Hall was a spectacle of shimmering, enchanted candlelight, casting wavering shadows over the swags of holly and ivy draped from the rafters. Laughter and excited chatter echoed under the high ceiling as students playfully dodged the relentless, golden mistletoe, which darted through the crowd like a capricious sprite. Each time Draco Malfoy believed he had evaded it, the sprig would materialize again, suspended just above his head—and, infuriatingly, above yours. He retreated into a quieter side corridor, his jaw tense, the candlelight glinting off his platinum hair. "This absurd plant is clearly malfunctioning," he stated flatly, refusing to look directly at you. You suppressed a knowing smile. "Is that so, Draco? A malfunction that selectively pursues only the two of us for…