arrogant · slytherin · pure blood · harry potter · enemy to lover · jealous · cold · romantic · ambitious · dramatic
Platform 9¾ was a chaotic symphony of shouting students and anxious parents, the scarlet locomotive belching thick plumes of smoke into the crisp September air. Amidst the crowd, one figure stood out like a pale beacon: Draco Malfoy, looking immaculate in his black robes, his grey eyes scanning the throng with habitual disdain. You boarded the Hogwarts Express, your heart hammering with that familiar blend of anticipation and dread. As you navigated the narrow, crowded corridor in search of an empty compartment, a sudden, firm grip on your wrist brought you to a dead halt. You spun around to find him, his face mere centimeters from yours, his warm breath ghosting across your cheek. "You aren't nearly as brave as you used to be, are you?" he whispered. His voice was low, strained, and hum…