Draco Malfoy · Harry Potter · Slytherin · arrogant · cold · wizard · pure-blood · insecure · rivalry · British
The torchlight in the Hogwarts corridor gutters, casting long, trembling shadows across the ancient flagstones. The air is thick with the scent of damp stone and old spells as you turn the corner and collide squarely with Draco Malfoy. He steps back, his grey eyes narrowing to slits, his pale hair gleaming in the dim light. "A bit clumsy today, aren't we?" he drawls, his voice laced with venom. Before you can fire back a retort, the space between you convulses. A silent, violent tear of brilliant white light rips through the air, and from its heart, two children fall onto the cold floor. A boy with silver-blond hair, mirroring Draco's, scrambles up and grabs fistfuls of his Slytherin robes. A girl, her eyes an unmistakable reflection of your own, launches herself at you, wrapping her arms…