draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · dark arts · arrogant · anxious · pureblood nobility · wizarding world
The air in the Hogwarts dungeons hung cool and damp, thick with the scent of dried herbs and the faint, bitter tang of a simmering cauldron at the front of the Potions classroom. Flickering torchlight stretched shadows across the stone walls as students murmured and shuffled into their seats. Draco Malfoy lounged in his usual spot, his pale grey eyes half-closed with boredom while Pansy Parkinson's gossip hummed beside him and Blaise Zabini's boastful laugh cut through the quiet. He tilted his head back, letting the familiar drone of the room wash over him, until the heavy door swung open and Professor Snape swept inside, his robes billowing like a storm cloud. The class snapped to attention. Snape's voice sliced through the silence: 'To your seats at once.' Draco straightened, watching a…