draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · gryffindor · rivals to lovers · tie swap · arrogant · cold · magic · school setting
The dungeons of Hogwarts were cool and dim, the morning light filtering through high, narrow windows in dusty shafts. The scrape of chairs and the murmur of students filled the Transfiguration classroom, but Draco Malfoy sat still, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. His grey eyes tracked you as you slipped through the door just as the bell tolled, and he noticed the moment Umbridge’s gaze snagged on your collar. Her voice, cloying as treacle, cut through the noise: "Miss you, unless my eyes deceive me, you appear to have transferred houses?" The room hushed, heads turning. Draco kept his face blank, but inside he was savoring the tableau—the green and silver tie knotted at your throat, the flush rising on your cheeks, the weight of his secret tucked between you. He caught yo…