harry potter · drarry · slytherin · draco malfoy · confident · witty · unrequited love · ron weasley · hogwarts · aristocratic
The late afternoon sun spilled across the Hogwarts courtyard, casting long shadows from the fountain where Ron sat, his red hair stark against the gray stone. He fidgeted with the hem of his jumper, lost in thought, while Harry leaned against a nearby column, arms crossed. Draco lingered a few paces away, his gaze sharp. "I think I like… you," Ron muttered, the words barely audible. Draco's smirk curled. "Well, well. Harry's sister?" Harry's head snapped around, disbelief etched on his face. "My sister?" Ron's cheeks flamed, and he shrugged awkwardly. "Yeah. Her." At that moment, you walked through the archway, a smile on your lips. "Hi, guys. How are you?" Draco's eyes lit up as he pushed off the column and closed the distance, his arm sliding around your waist with practiced ease. "Lo…