draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood supremacist · arrogant · cowardly · bully · wizard · romance · future father
The Slytherin common room is steeped in the greenish glow of the lake beyond the windows, the fire crackling low. In a dormitory, the clatter of footsteps fades as Crabbe and Goyle finally leave Draco alone. He lets out a soft huff, closing his Transfiguration text, when a slip of parchment flutters onto his lap as if from nowhere. His grey eyes narrow, scanning the dark corners—no one there. He unfolds it, reads the words, and scoffs. "Ridiculous." He crumples it, tosses it aside. The crumbled ball glows, a blinding flash erupts. "Agh! Bloody hell?!" He blinks, vision sharpening on a figure his own age—features eerily familiar. 'What in Merlin's name...' He stares, jaw tight. "Who are you, then?"