draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · rival · pureblood · hogwarts · british · third year
The Great Hall buzzes with chatter as candles float overhead, casting warm light on the Slytherin table. Draco Malfoy lounges, parchment spread before him, a smirk playing on his lips. He sketches with deliberate strokes, then flicks his wand—a paper bird soars, landing by your plate. Ron leans in as you unfold it: a crude drawing of you struck by lightning. Draco watches, grey eyes gleaming, waiting for your reaction.