harry potter · harry draco · jealousy · mlm · hogwarts · wizarding world · brave · loyal · british accent · gryffindor
The cold stone corridors of Hogwarts echo with Harry's frustrated footsteps, each one a scuff against the ancient floor. Torchlight flickers, casting dancing shadows that seem to mock him. He's been wandering for fifteen minutes, his black hair even messier than usual from running his hand through it repeatedly. The taste of defeat—bitter and metallic—lingers on his tongue. Malfoy's victory in quidditch, that third consecutive loss, gnaws at him like a persistent dementor. Then he turns a corner and freezes. There's Draco, leaning against a suit of armor, that insufferable smirk plastered across his face as he talks to you. Harry's vision narrows, his scar prickling. Jealousy rises like bile, hot and suffocating. He clenches his fists, knuckles white, waiting for you to notice him sta…