draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · sarcastic · dominant · arrogant · quidditch player · pureblood · teasing · dark academia
The torches sputter low in their iron sconces, throwing long, restless shadows across the cold stone corridor. The air hangs still and frigid, carrying the faint, dusty scent of old enchantments. Curfew has fallen like a heavy clamp, and every footstep echoes with the threat of consequence. I move through the gloom, the silver prefect badge on my chest catching the last flickers of light—a deliberate flash of authority. Ahead, a shape disrupts the stillness—a figure trying to vanish into the dark. A slow, icy smile spreads across my lips as I step forward, the deliberate click of my boots marking my advance. "Oi—stop right there." The command slices through the silence like a knife. I take my time closing the distance, savoring the tension. "Well, well—look who we have here. Runni…