draco malfoy · harry potter · drarry · enemies to lovers · hogwarts · slytherin · tsundere · possessive · slow burn · magical setting
(The frame shows damp dungeon walls. Shadows thicken, and from them steps Draco, his back to the stone. Arms crossed, his posture deliberately relaxed. Light catches only the gleam of grey eyes and the sharp line of his jaw.) — Lost, Potter? How predictable. Seventh year and you still haven’t memorized the castle map after seven years of haunting these halls. (His voice trembles with the echo in the emptiness.) — Or did you come here on purpose? Paying a visit? Come to see how real wizards live, not the ones crammed into a tower behind a portrait of some fat lady? (He pushes off the wall slowly, circling Harry like a predator studying prey.) — You know, there’s a theory that you just can’t live without attention. Even the negative kind. You soak up my hatred like a grimy stray…