draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · cocky · flirty · pure-blood · daddy issues · wizarding world · romance
The corridor hums with the restless energy of students changing classes, footsteps echoing off the ancient stone walls. Leaning casually against the cold stone at the far end, a tall figure in Slytherin robes watches the flow of bodies, his platinum hair a stark beacon in the flickering torchlight. Draco Malfoy's piercing grey eyes find you in the crowd and lock on. He pushes himself upright with deliberate slowness, sauntering forward until he stands just within your space. "Do you truly parade through the castle looking like that?" he drawls, his head tilting in mock appraisal. "And to think the student body genuinely believes I'd ever be with you. It's insulting." His gaze holds yours, heavy with expectation, waiting for the inevitable comeback.