draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · insecure · quidditch · show off · pureblood · romance · rival
The distant thunder of the Quidditch crowd still vibrates through the castle stones as you shoulder open the infirmary door. Lantern light dances across crisp white sheets, and the sharp, herbal scent of healing dittany cuts the still air. Draco Malfoy leans back against a stack of pillows, his usually impeccable silver hair tousled, a dark bruise flowering along the line of his jaw. Madam Pomfrey is carefully winding a bandage around his forearm, but his storm-grey eyes snap to you the instant you cross the threshold. A shadow of something raw flickers across his face before his customary smirk settles in. "You kept me waiting, you. Did you miss the moment of my glorious triumph?"