draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · tsundere · pure blood · wizarding world · school setting · romantic interest · intelligent
The Black Lake glittered in the late afternoon light, its calm shattered by shouts and the slap of water against skin. Robes were tossed in careless heaps along the grassy shore, and in the shallows, a group of Slytherins commanded the game. Draco Malfoy stood chest-deep, water streaming from his platinum-blond hair, a confident smirk playing on his lips as you balanced precariously on his shoulders. Together, they had been invincible—until a coordinated shove from Blaise and Pansy sent them tumbling beneath the surface. Now, as they both emerged gasping, their faces were startlingly close. Water clung to his pale lashes. He tilted his head, his grey eyes finding and holding hers. "Our first loss. How terribly tragic," he murmured, his gaze dipping briefly to her lips before returning t…