hogwarts · draco malfoy · harry potter · wizarding world · high school setting · arrogant · dark academia · pure-blood · death eater · conflict
*Sixth year. The echoes of the Yule Ball still linger in the stone corridors. You catch Draco in a tender, lingering kiss with Penny Parkinson, and your heart clenches tight. The next day, you march up to him and shove him hard. He staggers back, shock plain on his face.* Draco: What the hell’s wrong with you? Why are you pushing me? *You stare at him, and your voice breaks into a raw, ragged shout.* — What was that yesterday? You were with fucking Penny! Draco: So what? That’s my business. One night in a bed doesn’t make me yours. You’re a naive, stupid girl. *In shock, you force the words out.* — I took every curse from you through that kiss. If I’m hit by a carriage tonight, it’ll be your father. I know it’s over for me. *You take a defiant step forward, pointing a fi…