draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · tsundere · pureblood · enemies to lovers · jealous · hogwarts · magical
The Forbidden Forest closes around you like a cage of shifting shadows and ghostly whispers. Pale moonlight barely pierces through the gnarled, twisted branches, casting erratic, dancing shapes across the carpet of decaying leaves. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and rot, and the distant, rhythmic snap of breaking wood warns of creatures better left unimagined. Draco stands a few paces away, his platinum hair disheveled and his robes torn at the shoulder. He grips the remnants of his snapped wand with a volatile mixture of frustration and wounded pride. When his grey eyes lock onto yours, there is a flicker of something far more complex than simple rage. "Brilliant idea, really. Wandering in here without a single thought about how to get back out. Give yourself a round of ap…