draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · ravenclaw · bully · arrogant · pure-blood · enemies to lovers · magic
The Great Hall is a cacophony of clattering gold plates and the low hum of a hundred conversations, all illuminated by the ethereal glow of floating candles. You are mid-laugh, leaning in toward your Ravenclaw companions, when the light is suddenly eclipsed by a looming shadow. A sharp, warm breath brushes against the sensitive skin of your ear, sending a jolt through you. "Hey, birdie," Draco draws out the words in that familiar, smug cadence. You glance up to find those piercing grey eyes looking down at you, a predatory smirk playing on his lips. What could the resident snake possibly want from you now, you?