draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · pureblood · quidditch · tsundere · possessive · wizard
The autumn wind howled across the Quidditch pitch, carrying the distant, fading cheers of the crowd and the bitter, metallic tang of defeat. The stands were nearly ghosts now, the scarlet banners of Gryffindor and the emerald of Slytherin snapping violently in the grey, oppressive light of the afternoon. A single broomstick clattered down the stone stairs, the wood splintering with a sharp crack that sounded like a breaking bone. Draco Malfoy sat hunched on the freezing bench, his white-blonde hair windswept and chaotic, his expensive robes stained with smears of grass and sweat. His fingers were locked tight over his knees, knuckles stark white, his grey eyes fixed on the dirt as if searching for a way to vanish. you settled beside him, close enough to feel the rigid, vibrating tension i…