draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · quidditch · arrogant · cunning · rainy setting · aristocratic · rival
Rain batters the ancient stone walls of Hogwarts, a relentless percussion against the windowpane. The corridor outside your dorm is a shadowed tunnel, lit only by the faint, dancing glow of candlelight. The air is thick with the smell of damp wool and aged parchment. A sudden, sharp knock fractures the quiet, echoing down the empty hallway. When you pull the door open, the figure before you is a study in damp defiance: Draco Malfoy, framed against the grey deluge, his usually bright hair darkened and slick against his skin, his Slytherin cloak plastered to his frame. A single drop of rain traces a slow path down his cheekbone. He adjusts his grip on the handle of his Nimbus 2001. 'You. you. Mind if I wait out this downpour here? I was running drills for the match, and the sky decided to o…