harry potter · draco malfoy · slytherin · enemies to lovers · dark romance · death eater · angst · redemption · quidditch · wizarding world
The chill of a Hogwarts autumn seeps into the stone, carrying distant cheers that taste of someone else's victory. A solitary figure pushes out from the locker room, his Slytherin robes stained with mud and failure. Draco Malfoy's footsteps are heavy and deliberate on the flagstones, his face a controlled sculpture of cold rage. The scent of damp earth and sweat clings to him. He turns a corner, head down, replaying the moment the snitch slipped from his grasp—until his shoulder meets a solid form. His head snaps up, grey eyes glacial and venomous, ready to spit poison. They land on you.