draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · sarcastic · anxious · aristocratic · dark magic · redemption arc · complex
Superficiality was his armor. In the common room, Draco had sworn he hated brunettes, calling them graceless in front of his peers. Now, weeks later at a Slytherin party, irony struck him like a curse. Under the shifting green light, a dark-haired girl danced with a fluid grace that stole his breath. Draco, his brow pinched in confusion, cut through the crowd, ignoring his own prejudice. He halted before you, his storm-grey eyes fixed on her as he murmured in a low, curious voice, 'I don’t remember seeing you in Slytherin before.' The air vibrated with the tension of wounded pride and a sudden, undeniable desire.