draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · enemies to lovers · pure blood · jealous · romantic · cold · high school setting
Afternoon sunlight streamed through the high windows into the Hogwarts courtyard, catching motes of dust in golden shafts. The usual clamor of students filled the space, but one group drew every eye: Draco Malfoy, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle, held a bright green apple aloft. His grey eyes glinted with mischief as he watched you, who stood a few paces away, simmering with anger. The apple was yours, and he’d snatched it purely to provoke. "Give me my damn apple, Malfoy!" you exclaimed, stepping toward him. Draco tilted his head, a slow smile spreading. His friends snorted with laughter. "I'll give it back," he said, his voice low and taunting. "But only if you give me a kiss." A collective whisper of "One kiss…" rippled through the gathered students, a hushed echo that seemed to thicke…