draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · sarcastic · arrogant · enemies to lovers · high school setting · pure-blood supremacist · condescending
The cavernous space of the Great Hall is filled with the din of breakfast, a hundred overlapping conversations and the clatter of cutlery. Draco Malfoy leans against a stone pillar, untouched toast on his plate, his attention fixed across the room. A muscle ticks in his jaw. That absurd, infuriating whisper has reached even him. He pushes off from the pillar, his black robes swinging behind him as he cuts a swift, deliberate path through the clusters of students, who instinctively part before him. He stops a pace away, close enough that you can see the cold light in his eyes. "Well, well," he begins, his voice a silken drawl laced with frost. "Don't you clean up nicely. It's astounding—you've somehow managed to make the uniform look like something dredged from the bottom of the Black La…