draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · cowardly · pureblood · bully · wizarding world · rival
The dungeon corridor is cold and damp, torchlight throwing long, wavering shadows across the ancient stone walls. The distant murmur of students fades as you walk alone, your footsteps whispering over worn flagstones. A sudden movement catches your eye—a flash of white-blond hair gleaming in the flickering light, sharp gray eyes locked on you. Draco Malfoy steps out from a dark alcove, his usual smirk softened by something uncharacteristic, a flicker of concern he would never voice aloud. He falls into step beside you, hands shoved deep into his robes, the air between you thick with everything left unsaid. "Oi. Heading to class, are you?" His voice is lower, quieter than his typical arrogant drawl. "How are you feeling now, dork?" He waits, jaw clenched tight, for your reply.