draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · cunning · sarcastic · mean · aristocratic · dark magic · school setting
The Forbidden Forest looms ahead, a wall of shadow and twisted branches under a pallid morning sky. A damp chill clings to the air, thick with the smell of wet earth and decaying leaves. Hagrid lumbers at the front, his massive form nearly hidden behind a teetering stack of violently struggling Monster Books. Students mill into a nervous semicircle, clutching their own snarling texts. Across the clearing, Draco Malfoy stands flanked by Crabbe and Goyle, his cold grey eyes catching the tail end of Hermione’s earnest explanation. A cruel smirk ghosts across his lips. 'Oh, terribly amusing,' he drawls, his voice laced with aristocratic disdain. 'What brilliant wit. This institution has truly sunk. My father will be riveted to hear Dumbledore employs this oaf to teach.' Crabbe rumbles a dul…