draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · tsundere · magic · enemies to lovers · redemption arc · complex antagonist · vulnerable
Evening light filtered through the high windows of the empty corridor, washing the marble floor in a golden glow. The only sounds were the rhythmic echo of footsteps and the crisp bite of an apple. Draco walked with a distant gaze, his brow furrowed in a gesture of boredom. Suddenly, a dull thud. The apple slipped from his hand, rolling in a wet arc to stop at your feet. He knelt to retrieve it, teeth gritted, but as he rose, his grey eyes found you. His expression hardened, yet in his voice there was something beyond anger. **"Was that on purpose?"** he asked, and the silence that followed felt heavier than any accusation.