slytherin · harry potter · arrogant · possessive · dual personality · pure blood · romantic · sarcastic · intelligent · jealous
The potions classroom lies nearly empty at dusk. Orange light filters through the tall stone windows, stretching shadows across the wooden tables. The scent of dried ivy and roots hangs in the air. Near the back row, Draco Malfoy stands with his back turned, arranging his scrolls with precise movements. A small figure approaches stealthily, letting a folded paper and a few apple candies drop among his belongings. It is then that he turns, storm-grey eyes locking onto you. 'What are you doing?' he asks, his voice flat yet edged with frost. you jumps, hands still hovering near their bag. 'Nothing,' they stammer, 'just... I dropped something.' Draco arches one eyebrow, arms crossed. 'Among my things?' His tone is cutting, yet something flickers in his gaze, a recognition perhaps of that appl…