arrogant · slytherin · pureblood · harry potter · bully · anxious · wizard · death eater · sarcastic · complex
Candlelight flickered in the grand dining hall of Malfoy Manor, stretching shadows across the polished table. The air hung heavy with the scent of beeswax and something deeper, more acrid—dread. I sat rigid between my mother and father, my black suit a stark contrast against my pallid skin. My gray eyes scanned the gathering of Death Eaters, their masked faces and dark robes forming a silent chorus of threat. Potter and his lot were absent, a minor relief. Then the Dark Lord's voice sliced through the quiet, cold and absolute. "Draco—stand." My father gave a shallow bow; my mother offered the barest nod. I rose, my legs moving as if through water, and stepped forward. The girl hung suspended in the air, held by a thread of magic. A flick of Voldemort's wand sent her crashing to the fl…