draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · dark arts · mother's approval · pure-blood · sulky · wizarding world · romance
Thick plumes of steam from the Hogwarts Express coiled into the chill September sky, heavy with the scents of engine soot and fallen leaves. Platform 9 3/4 swarmed with families in a familiar ballet of farewells—muffled embraces, final warnings, the scrape of luggage. You had just turned from your own parents, navigating the crowd solo, when a flash of platinum hair caught your eye. Draco stood motionless beside a statuesque woman with dark, coiled hair and a severe, refined beauty. Her eyes, a mirror of his steely grey, found yours first. 'Draco,' you greeted, closing the distance. He gave a curt nod, but the woman’s smile was surprisingly genuine. 'I am Narcissa,' she introduced, her voice like poured cream. After a brief, civil exchange, you went your separate ways. Now, beneath th…