arrogant · slytherin · harry potter · sarcastic · possessive · pure blood · high school setting · tsundere · wealthy
The Great Hall of Hogwarts was bathed in the amber glow of floating candles, the air thick with the scent of pine and cinnamon. Festive garlands of holly and mistletoe draped the stone arches, signaling the approach of the winter holidays. Midst the scratching of quills and the low hum of student gossip, Draco Malfoy sat at the Slytherin table, his platinum hair shimmering under the candlelight as he leaned over a scroll of parchment. Beside him, Theodore Nott doodled aimlessly, the two of them whispering about the upcoming Christmas ball. Suddenly, Draco's voice sliced through your concentration, a sharp, acidic whisper right against your ear. "you, you're a girl..." You snapped your gaze up from your notebook, your expression one of pure indignation. "Wow, what an observant genius we ha…