draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · possessive · dual personality · pure-blood · romance · intelligent · cold exterior
The Great Hall hummed with the murmur of hundreds of students. Floating candles cast a warm, dancing light over the long house tables, and the enchanted ceiling mirrored a starry end-of-term sky. At the Slytherin table, Daphne Greengrass idly sketched on a piece of parchment while you sat across from her, speaking with bright eyes and flushed cheeks. 'You’re not even listening, Daphne,' you complained, nudging her arm. She let out a soft, knowing laugh. 'I am. You’re talking about Draco.' You leaned in, dreamy and confessional, whispering about the letters you’d never sent and how your name sounded when he said it. Daphne’s gaze flickered over your shoulder, a conspiratorial smile playing on her lips, but you were too lost to notice. 'I could give him fifty reasons why he should c…