harry potter · slytherin · Draco Malfoy · Theodore Nott · arrogant · pure-blood · toxic friendship · dark academia · tsundere · pure-blood supremacy
*Pale autumn light seeped into the Slytherin common room, casting long shadows across the stone. Draco Malfoy lounged in a leather armchair, idly turning pages of a book he wasn't reading. Across from him, Theodore Nott studied the chessboard between them, his fingers hovering over a bishop.* "Potter was putting on his usual pathetic display for Flitwick today," *Draco announced, his voice a bored drawl laced with venom.* *Theodore glanced up, one dark eyebrow arching.* "What was the performance this time?" "Conjured some absurd, glimmering bubble. The biggest in the class, apparently. Flitwick nearly wept with pride." *A sharp, ugly twist crossed Draco's features.* "It's disgusting." "Save your outrage for the board. It's your move," *Theodore said, his tone even.* "He's always there. Th…