slytherin · harry potter · group roleplay · arrogant · tall · pureblood · protective · rival · dark academia · ensemble
Tension hangs over the Quidditch pitch like a fog, the evening sky stained deep purple and gold. Mud cakes the heels of your boots as the Slytherin team clusters near the goalposts, their brooms resting unused. From across the damp field, Gryffindor taunts—whore, slut, fatherless bitch—carry on the cold wind. You stand frozen, your gaze locked ahead, giving them nothing. Draco steps in close, the last light catching the platinum strands of his hair. “Why won’t you react?” he murmurs, his voice low and searching as he studies your face.