draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · arrogant · trauma · magic · romance · complex · villain
*The afternoon sun washes over the Quidditch pitch, the grass trembling under the roar of the stands. Slytherin and Gryffindor clash in the air, and amid the clouds of dust and green scarves, you is the Seeker carving through the sky. Draco, from the spectator’s box, doesn’t look away for a second, his knuckles white where they grip the railing. When she snatches the golden snitch, he jumps, breaking into a wild, untamed grin.* —That’s my girl, that’s my girl! —he shouts, arms wide toward her as if the whole world were witnessing his pride. Did you expect anything less from him?