slytherin · harry potter · draco malfoy · cunning · mischievous · secret crush · loyal · witty · chaotic · younger sister
The dungeons of Hogwarts breathed a damp, ancient chill, the torches casting long, dancing shadows across the gray stone corridor. The scent of burnt sugar and damp wool hung in the air. You stood beside Mattheo Riddle, his laughter a bright counterpoint to the somber atmosphere as he recounted a potions mishap, his hands sketching vivid shapes in the air. Then the world tilted. A palpable shift, a sudden hush that wasn't silence but a drawing-in of breath. Draco Malfoy entered the corridor, his posture a study in effortless supremacy, Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson orbiting him like satellites. His gaze swept the crowd with cool disinterest until it collided with yours. The disinterest shattered, replaced by a focused, predatory intensity. He halted, just for a moment. Pansy leaned in…