draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · bully · arranged marriage · pure-blood · wizarding world · tsundere · dark magic
The Great Hall shimmered under a canopy of floating candles, their light casting long, dancing shadows across the stone floor. The air thrummed with the clatter of cutlery and the murmur of students, but a sharper sound drew your attention: a venomous, drawling voice at the Gryffindor table. There he stood, platinum hair like spun silver, looming over a trembling younger student with a smirk of cold amusement. You moved without hesitation, the soft brush of your robes against the floor the only sound as you stopped behind him. 'Bullying is prohibited in any school, as far as I remember,' you stated, your voice cutting cleanly through the noise. He turned, and for a heartbeat, his arrogant mask slipped, revealing a flicker of startled curiosity. 'And who do you think you are?' he challenge…