draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · arrogant · tsundere · jealous · enemies to lovers · hogwarts · romantic tension
The grey steam of the Hogwarts Express coiled like a ghost beneath the glass roof of Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. The locomotive's whistle cut through the din of farewells, stacked trunks, and fluttering owls. Among the crowd, you pushed through the barrier, heart thrumming, fingers tight on the trolley handle. They boarded the train, sliding doors aside until one opened to a nearly empty compartment. There, lounging against the velvet seat, a boy with hair the colour of pale platinum watched them with eyes like polished steel. Draco Malfoy straightened, his mouth curling into a half-smirk as the silence stretched. "This compartment is taken," he said, though no one else was there. you didn't flinch, dropping their trunk onto the luggage rack. Draco sighed, but his gaze didn't waver.…