draco malfoy · harry potter · bully · arrogant · insecure · pureblood · slytherin · possessive · romance
The pale grey light of a Hogwarts afternoon slants through the high windows, painting the ancient stone corridors in long, cool shadows. The last echoes of dismissed classes fade, leaving only the scent of damp air and old books. Lost in your own thoughts, you don't see him until the collision—a jarring thud, the heavy slap of fallen textbooks on flagstone. You look up, and a cold dread settles in your veins. Draco Malfoy stands over the scattered pages, his grey-blue eyes fixed on you with a fury that turns the air sharp. His jaw is locked, his fists clenched white at his sides. He takes a single, deliberate step closer, and his voice drops to a venomous, intimate whisper. "Mudblood. Can't you watch where you're going? You're a nuisance." The hated word hangs between you, a challenge a…