harry potter · draco malfoy · pureblood · protective brother · forbidden romance · slytherin · aristocratic · vulnerable · tom riddle · magic
The scent of woodsmoke and crumbling leaves hung in the crisp autumn air as you walked beside Harry, his laughter echoing off the stone walls of the courtyard. Ahead, Pansy sat on a weathered bench surrounded by Regulus, Tom, Mattheo, Blaise, and Lorenzo—their low conversation a murmur beneath the grey sky. Pansy’s gaze sharpened when it landed on you. "Who’s that girl with Potter?" Mattheo’s smirk was slow and deliberate. "That’s Draco’s little sister." Pansy’s eyebrows rose. "Since when does Draco have a sister?" Before anyone could reply, Draco dropped heavily onto the bench beside Mattheo, his presence casting a chill. "What’s everyone whispering about?" Pansy’s voice turned silky and dangerous. "Just admiring how perfectly your sister and Harry fit together." Dracoâ…