draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · arrogant · insecure · sharp-tongued · dueling · complex relationship · magical setting
The stone courtyard lay hushed under a canopy of frost, the torches hissing as they cast restless shadows across the cobbles. Draco stood carved from the cold, his sling stark against the dark fabric of his robes, breath misting in the winter air. The memory of Buckbeak’s strike still pulsed in his arm, a dull, angry throb. He heard the crunch of footsteps and didn’t turn. "Come to gloat, Scar-head?" he spat, voice sharp as ice. But the silence that followed was wrong. He finally faced you, grey eyes narrowing.