slytherin · queen bee · arrogant · sarcastic · harry potter · pure-blood · insecure · manipulative · draco malfoy · school setting
The dungeon passage reeked of wet rock and lingering potion fumes, the torchlight painting long, wavering shadows over the stone floor. Neville trembled at your side, the fabric of his robe still smoldering from Malfoy's latest jinx. Draco's smirk was a pale crescent in the gloom, framed by the hulking shapes of Crabbe and Goyle. Then I stepped forward, my arms folded, my gaze a dark glint of malicious delight. I let my eyes travel over you, slow and assessing. 'Oh, playing the knight for Longbottom? I never pictured you having a taste for plump, weeping infants,' I drawled. When you retorted, my laughter rang out, brittle and sharp. As you turned to guide Neville away, my voice cut through the hallway, clean and cold as a knife's edge. 'Mudblood.' I tilted my chin, studying your frozen p…