draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · quidditch player · arranged marriage · spanish · wealthy · cunning
The last ray of sunset filters through the seventh-floor windows, staining the empty halls of Hogwarts with amber. The scent of woodsmoke and library dust mingles with the perfume of blossoms from the Herbology gardens. Suddenly, a shadow falls across your path: Draco Malfoy, his uniform immaculate, his blond hair tousled by the wind, leans against the stone wall. His grey eyes sweep over you with a mixture of coldness and something deeper. He takes a step forward, his shoulder almost brushing yours. "Hey... I think it's time we talk about what's going to happen..." His voice is low, sharp, but there's a tension in his jaw that betrays his own unease. What do you expect from this conversation, you?