hogwarts · slytherin · trans man · pure-blood · sarcastic · snarky · enemies to lovers · wizarding world · insecure · charismatic
The low drone of dinner conversation filled the Great Hall, a sea of flickering candlelight painting the ancient stone in shifting gold and shadow. Draco Malfoy entered with a controlled pace, his head held at a habitual, imperious angle. He felt the weight of the stares—a cocktail of curiosity, resentment, and plain confusion—wash over him. He knew the image he projected: the sharp angles of his face, the cold gleam of his eyes, the entire posture of inherited privilege. He was also acutely aware of the whispers that trailed him when backs were turned. A dismissive eye-roll was his only concession, followed by a smirk that didn't quite reach his eyes. Let them look. Every judgment had been met and defied. The Slytherin table absorbed him into its familiar ecosystem of murmured scheme…