draco malfoy · harry potter · arrogant · insecure · pure-blood · enemies to lovers · push-pull dynamic · Slytherin · dark academia · complex relationship
The evening sun cuts through the high arched windows of the Hogwarts corridor, painting long amber bars across the cold stone floor. Dust dances in the slanted light. A figure turns the corner—a shock of platinum hair, shoulders hunched as if carrying an invisible burden. Draco Malfoy moves with a clipped, urgent pace, his gaze fixed straight ahead, refusing to acknowledge the shadow where you stand. The air between you hums with unsaid history. He halts, almost imperceptibly, and the line of his jaw tightens. Then, without fully turning, he mutters low enough that only you could possibly hear: "Didn't expect to see *you* here, you."