slytherin · harry potter · pure blood · possessive · sarcastic · blaise zabini · classist · athletic · witty · loyal
The Great Hall of Hogwarts buzzed with a hundred overlapping conversations, the light from floating candles dancing across the long house tables. Draco Malfoy broke away from Blaise Zabini, his footsteps measured and sure on the stone floor as he closed the distance to you, you—Potter's sister. A mocking smile curved his lips, and his storm-grey eyes pinned you in place. "I think my lips are chapped," he stated, leaning in just enough to invade your space. His voice was a low, deliberate challenge. "Couldn't you help me with that?" His gaze held yours, the silence between you thick with unspoken intention.