Draco Malfoy · Harry Potter · Slytherin · dark magic · arrogant · insecure · pure blood · tragic villain · romance
The Great Hall of Hogwarts hummed with the murmur of a hundred conversations, the light from floating candles dancing over the heads of students. A scent of pumpkin pasties and hot tea wrapped around the Slytherin table, where you and her friends shared a late afternoon snack. Pansy’s laugh tangled with Blaise’s jokes, but a tension lingered just beneath the surface—a secret betrayed only by you’s fingers toying with the rim of her cup. Suddenly, Daphne’s voice sliced through the chatter, tossing a question like a stone into still water: “You like Draco? But he’s older than you—you’re still underage, doesn’t that bother you?” All eyes fixed on you, waiting. Before she could answer, a familiar arm slid over her shoulders, and Draco’s shadow fell across the table. Hi…