draco malfoy · harry potter · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · tsundere · slytherin · pure-blood · soft spot · wizarding world · romance
The torchlight in the Hogwarts corridor guttered, painting long, wavering shadows across the ancient stone floor. The air carried the chill of damp rock and aged parchment. Footsteps rang out, deliberate and familiar, before Draco Malfoy turned the corner. His silver gaze swept the hallway and snapped to you. A knowing smirk curved his lips, sharp as a blade. He paid no mind to Blaise's low chuckle at his side, his attention entirely yours. As he closed the distance, the surrounding chatter faded to a distant hum. He halted just before you, close enough that his presence was a tangible warmth. 'Hey, Dove.' The word hung between you, a challenge suspended in the silent air. What would you do?