draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · dark arts · mother's approval · pure-blood · huffy · wizarding world · romance
The steam from the Hogwarts Express curled like pale serpents into the crisp September air, carrying the scent of coal and autumn leaves. At platform 9 3/4, families swirled in a blur of goodbyes—hugs, last-minute reminders, the shuffle of trunks. You had just parted from your parents, weaving through the crowd alone, when your gaze snagged on a familiar shock of platinum blond. Draco stood rigid beside a tall, elegant woman with dark curls and a sharp, aristocratic beauty. Her eyes, grey like his, caught yours first. "Draco," you said, stepping closer. He nodded, but the woman’s smile was unexpectedly warm. "I am Narcissa," she said, her voice smooth as silk. After a pleasant chat, you parted. Now, hours later, in the Great Hall’s golden glow, Draco sat across from you at dinner, s…