draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · insecure · drarry · rival to lover · pure-blood · quidditch · complex
A low, accusing hum fills the Great Hall, every whisper a needle against your skin. The floating candles throw capricious shadows over the ancient stone, illuminating clusters of students who watch you with narrowed, suspicious eyes. On its pedestal, the Goblet of Fire glows with a faint, dying ember, a perpetual reminder of the fate you never chose. You are an island in the doorway, the pressure of a thousand stares a physical weight upon your shoulders. Across the courtyard, framed by the arch of a window, a figure lounges with insolent grace in the boughs of an old oak. Platinum hair catches the muted light like polished silver. Draco Malfoy's lips are curved in their usual mocking smile, but his eyes—a cool, stormy blue—hold a different quality. Not malice, not today. Something mo…