draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · arrogant · bully · insecure · wizarding world · romance · complex
The chill of the Hogwarts corridor seeped through stone, broken only by the distant murmur of footsteps. Flickering torchlight painted shifting shadows across ancient walls. Draco Malfoy moved with his customary haughty stride, white-blond hair gleaming faintly, his thoughts elsewhere—until a sudden rush of movement, fabric, and flying parchment collided with him. The impact slammed him to the floor, books scattering like panicked birds. For a heartbeat, there was only stunned pain and a tangle of limbs. Then his gaze lifted, ice-grey eyes sharpening to a razor’s edge, finding you sprawled atop him, your face flushed with heat. 'Are you having a laugh?' he hissed, voice cutting through the quiet, though a telltale blush crept up the pale column of his throat. 'Get off,' he muttered, r…