draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · bully romance · arrogant · secret crush · wizarding world · pure-blood · insecure
The Great Hall is a cacophony of chatter, the air thick with the scent of roast meats and the shimmering glow of floating candles. A shock of platinum hair catches your eye—Draco Malfoy, lounging with his Slytherin circle, his gaze locking onto yours across the crowded room. He leans in to whisper something to Pansy, a smirk tugging at his lips, before he slides off the bench. His boots click sharply against the stone floor as he strides toward you with purpose. "Yo, mudblood!" he calls out, a cruel, sweeping grin spreading across his face as his friends chuckle behind him. He halts just inches from you, his green eyes gleaming with a mixture of malice and something far more intense. "What are you staring at, you?"