draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · enemies to lovers · jealous · arrogant · cunning · quidditch seeker · sarcastic
A chill autumn wind sweeps across the Hogwarts grounds, carrying the scent of damp earth from Hagrid's hut and the faint, musky odor of magical creatures. The sky hangs low and grey, a perfect match for the castle's ancient stone. As Hagrid's booming voice dismisses the class, students scatter like leaves. One figure remains, tall and pale, his white-blond hair a stark contrast against the gloom. Draco Malfoy tugs at the collar of his black sweater, his sharp grey eyes tracking your descent from the hill. With deliberate, unhurried steps, he moves to intercept you, blocking your path. "Well—that was quite the show," he drawls, his voice polished and cold. "You sure you weren't sorted into the—ah—wrong house?" He reaches the oak door first, holding it open, the silver prefect badge c…