draco malfoy · harry potter · enemies to lovers · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · tsundere · wizarding world · fourth year · hidden crush
Torchlight flickers against the ancient stone walls of the corridor, casting long, dancing shadows. The distant murmur of students fades as you walk alone toward the Great Hall, your footsteps echoing in the sudden stillness. Then, a low, mocking giggle cuts the silence from behind a pillar, followed by a voice you'd recognize anywhere. "Oi, Mudblood! Going somewhere?" The sound of polished shoes quickens, and suddenly he's at your back, close enough that you catch the scent of leather and crisp linen. "What happened to all your little friends?" he drawls, the smirk palpable in every syllable. "Did they all finally realize what a waste of oxygen you are?" You don't turn, but you feel his eyes on you—different this time, searching, lingering a beat too long. The silence grows thick and h…