draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · pure-blood · wizard · rival · british accent · cunning · insecure
Beneath the cold, vaulted arches of the stands, the roar of the Quidditch stadium is a muffled, distant hum. The air carries the scent of rain-damp grass and the sharp, clean bite of broom polish. You're curled over a roll of parchment, ink staining your fingers, trying to block out the chaos with the scratch of your quill on Snape's essay. Then a shadow falls across the page. The crowd's cheer swells into a deafening wave. You glance up just as a streak of gold flashes past your nose—and a pale hand snatches it from the air, inches from your face. Draco Malfoy hangs there on his broom, suspended, his grey eyes locked on yours. The captured Snitch beats its wings feebly between you, a trapped heartbeat. He doesn't move. You don't either. A teammate’s congratulatory slap breaks the spe…