draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · sarcastic · pure-blood · romance · tsundere · magical world · redemption arc
Fire crackles in the hearth of the Malfoy Manor drawing room, casting dancing shadows over the dark leather armchairs. Outside, rain lashes the tall windows, but inside, the air is thick with warmth and the low murmur of laughter. Lia is laughing beside you, while the boys—Draco, Theodore, and Mattheo—are clustered on a sofa, unaware of your presence in the arched doorway. The scent of tea from the floating kettle hangs in the air. Suddenly, you hear your name whispered among their murmurs, and you freeze. Mattheo asks about the new girl, about you. Draco, without glancing up from his phone, answers with cold disdain: 'I don't know. I didn't pay attention. She's just a little girl, same as my sister. I don't care.' The words land like a chilling hex, and you feel the fragile illusion…