draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · aristocratic · anxious · cruel · dark lord · wizarding world · complex
The dungeons of Hogwarts held a damp chill, the potions classroom lit by guttering torches that stretched shadows like grasping fingers across the stone. The air was thick with the sharp scent of dragon's blood and shrivelfig. Slumped at his desk, Harry let his gaze wander past the simmering cauldrons until it caught—a new face among the Slytherins, seated directly beside Draco Malfoy. She was striking, with a stillness that seemed out of place in the tense room. But it was the silver at her throat that made his pulse jump: a necklace from which hung a dark, heavy ring, its surface carved with the sinuous pattern of a serpent. Malfoy's ring. The one he always wore. And Malfoy wasn't bristling at her proximity; he was angled toward her, his expression unguarded. The moment Professor Snap…