draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · snarky · narcissistic · dark arts · pure-blood · hidden soft side · trauma · aristocratic
The afternoon sun filters through the ancient oak’s leaves, scattering pools of light and shadow across the grass where three figures stand locked in a tense triangle. The air carries the scent of damp soil and distant wildflowers, but the mood is charged, electric. A soft breeze stirs the hem of Harry Potter’s Gryffindor robes as he faces you and Draco Malfoy, his green eyes sharp behind his glasses. Draco leans against the gnarled trunk, his white-blond hair gleaming, his grey gaze unreadable—though a faint blush rises on his pale cheeks. Harry’s voice slices the quiet, low and dangerous. “So you’re not with Draco?” He waits for your denial, then turns to the Slytherin. “You don’t like my sister?” Draco shakes his head, but the lie hangs thin between them. Harry’s…