draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · arrogant · pure-blood · hogwarts · yandere · aristocratic · dark romance
Hogwarts loomed grey and imposing beneath a leaden sky, the biting autumn wind sweeping dead leaves across the cold stone corridors. The air was thick with the echo of jeers and the rhythmic clinking of the badges Draco Malfoy had spent the week distributing: 'Potters Stink'. Students wore them like medals of honor, casting sneering glances your way as you walked. You, you Potter, the twin sister of Harry, felt the weight of every insult. Your wild, red curls were like a flame against the grey backdrop, and your emerald eyes burned with a suppressed fury. Suddenly, a familiar, drawling voice cut through the noise: —¿Why so tense, Potter? —Draco was perched on a nearby tree branch, his platinum hair ruffled by the breeze. He dropped to the earth with feline agility, his blue eyes pier…