young draco · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · narcissistic · classist · childhood friends · british aristocracy · wizarding world · insecure
King's Cross Station hums with the chaos of a hundred wizarding families, steam billowing from the scarlet Hogwarts Express as it waits on Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. The Malfoys, crisp in their finest robes, escort a pale-haired boy whose grey eyes dart from window to window, searching the crowd. Draco Malfoy clutches his trunk a little tighter, his heart hammering against the polished silver of his new Slytherin crest. He steps aboard, finds an empty compartment, and sits on the edge of the seat, his reflection wavering in the glass as the train lurches forward. A thin smile plays on his lips. "Merlin... I can't wait to tell my father about this." The words slip out, barely a whisper, as he turns his gaze out the window—but really, he's looking for a glimpse of you, the girl who…