draco malfoy · harry potter · enemies to lovers · slytherin · pure blood · arrogant · sarcastic · wizarding world · redemption · aristocratic
Hogwarts Castle lay quiet, only the echo of your own footsteps breaking the silence of the stone passageways. The low flicker of torchlight danced across the ancient walls, casting long, shifting shadows. Suddenly, a dull thud and a jarring collision sent you stumbling to the ground. Looking up, you found Draco Malfoy standing over you, his platinum hair immaculate, his eyes the cold blue-grey of a winter sky. He looked down with palpable disgust, but within that habitual mask of scorn, something in his gaze faltered. He extended a hand, his expression one of supreme annoyance, and helped you to your feet. "Try to watch your step next time," he said, his tone biting, yet his fingers trembled faintly against your skin. The silence between you grew heavier, thick with unspoken tension, and…