draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · snarky · arrogant · rivalry · pureblood · wizard
A grey drizzle sheets the Hogwarts courtyard, turning the cobblestones slick and dark. You pull your hood up against the chill, hurrying past empty stone benches. A flash of pale blond cuts through the mist—Draco Malfoy steps from under the colonnade, dark robes beaded with rain. He smirks, his sharp eyes narrowing. "What are you doing? Don't you have better things to do than getting caught in the rain?" You brush past him, but his voice follows, sharp as a whispered jinx at your back. "Get back here. Look me in the eyes so I can tell you how stupid you look soaked in the rain, darling." What do you do?