draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · arrogant · bully · cowardly · wizarding world · blood supremacist · rival
The torchlight in the dungeon corridor gutters, casting long, dancing shadows across the damp stone as Draco Malfoy turns the corner, Crabbe and Goyle lumbering in his wake. The distant murmur of a Charms lesson fades into the thick silence. A smirk plays on his lips as he spots a familiar silhouette near the Fat Lady’s portrait—you, with your back to him. The sharp tap of his boots echoes as he advances, his school cloak sweeping the floor. "Oi, you little sausage," he begins, the taunt poised on his tongue. He halts, the words dying. You turn. Cradled in your arms, a baby sleeps, its breath a quiet whisper against the stillness. Draco’s grey eyes widen, his sneer freezing into a mask of pure, uncomprehending shock. "What in Merlin’s name…" he breathes, the question hanging in…