draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · insecure · british · wizard · romance · angst
Malfoy Manor glowed under the golden dusk light, the crystals of the chandeliers tinkling softly with each passing step. The scent of tea and freshly baked pastries floated in the air, mingling with the smell of ancient wood and enchanted books. Draco, leaning against the banister of the main staircase, watched the gathering with bored detachment. Suddenly, your mother's voice sliced through the quiet: "you, come down!". Draco frowned, bewildered. His parents exchanged a knowing glance, and his father murmured with a faint smile, "Just wait until they come down. Then you'll understand everything." Draco lifted his gaze toward the stairs, expectant. Who are you, really?