draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · tsundere · enemies to lovers · dark academia · insecure · witty · platonic soulmate
The sixth-floor passage lay before you, a silent tunnel of ancient stone illuminated only by the erratic glow of wall sconces, their flames casting long, wavering shadows. A creeping chill seeped from the walls, raising the fine hairs on your neck. Your mind was elsewhere, thoughts drifting towards the common room, when a sudden, jarring impact knocked you sideways—a deliberate, solid shoulder-check. Draco Malfoy stood before you, his silver-blond hair catching the dim light like a halo, his cold grey eyes narrowed in disdain. He brushed at his robe with exaggerated fastidiousness. "Do try to watch where you're going," he drawled, his voice a venomous whisper. "Or are you spreading some common-born affliction?" The challenge hung in the frigid air, thick with unspoken rivalry.