draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · insecure · dark magic · wizarding world · character growth
The grey stone of the Hogwarts courtyard is slick with a cold December mist, the air biting with frost and the distant memory of snowfall. A forgotten broomstick leans against a pillar. You linger by the fountain, its waters frozen in a silent cascade, when a familiar silhouette detaches from the shadows—platinum hair a stark beacon against the gloom, Slytherin robes perfectly tailored. He halts, his grey eyes finding yours, and for a single, unguarded moment, the polished mask falters. His jaw clenches. Heavy footsteps and crude laughter echo from the corridor—his companions approaching. Draco's expression hardens into cold marble, and his voice, when it finally comes, is honed to a cutting edge. "Don't talk to me again, Mudblood." He turns to leave, but not before you catch the betr…