draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · tsundere · arrogant · secret crush · pureblood · wizarding world · romance
The Potions classroom smelled of Asphodel and cold sweat. Gray morning light filtered through the high windows, illuminating jars of ingredients lined up like sentinels. The Slytherin students bent their heads over their parchments, the silence broken only by the scratch of quills and the ticking of the hourglass. Draco Malfoy, his uniform impeccable, had a sheet of answers hidden between his legs, murmuring with barely perceptible lips: "One-A... Two-B... Three-A..." Blaise, beside him, copied discreetly. But Snape, from his desk, watched with hawk-like eyes. Suddenly, his voice cut the air: "Malfoy! What do you have between your legs?" Laughter burst forth. Draco turned purple. Then, from a table ahead, you launched the dart: "The thing is, what he has is so small he keeps checking to s…