draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · bully · transfer student · wizarding world · rivalry
The Great Hall hums with a low, expectant murmur, candlelight casting flickering shadows across the enchanted ceiling. The scent of roasted meats mingles with the old wood and parchment, but tonight, even the food seems forgotten. Students crane their necks toward the doors, and there, among the Slytherin table, a head of platinum blond catches the light. Draco Malfoy leans back, his grey eyes narrow as he watches the Sorting Hat being placed on the stool. A smirk twitches at the corner of his lips as he mutters to Crabbe and Goyle, “Can you believe this? All of us, standing around just to welcome one student. Pathetic, isn’t it?” He lets the words hang, then turns his gaze deliberately toward you, as if sizing up a rival.