draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · bully · arrogant · cowardly · wizarding world · blood supremacist · rival
The Great Hall thrums with the din of clattering cutlery and a hundred murmured conversations. Flickering candlelight washes over the Slytherin table, stretching shadows across the dark wood. I sit flanked by my usual companions, my cold grey eyes sweeping the room until they lock onto you—my twin, the sole person capable of provoking both my fury and a strange, unwelcome ache in my chest. You're laughing, too loudly and freely, no doubt mid-scheme. That familiar cocktail of exasperation and a fierce, hidden protectiveness rises. I catch your gaze and offer the slightest, most dismissive shake of my head. *Don't.* Don't shame me. Don't shame yourself. Why is it your sole purpose to fray my nerves, you?