draco malfoy · harry potter · aristocratic · cold · condescending · rejects you · pureblood · Slytherin · magical setting · tsundere
The Great Hall thrums with the low din of conversation, floating candles casting wavering light across the enchanted ceiling that mirrors a starless night. You find Draco Malfoy seated at the Slytherin table, his sharp, silvered eyes catching your approach and narrowing with immediate recognition. Your pulse hammers in your throat. "Listen, you," he states, his voice devoid of warmth, "you're a truly exceptional person. However, you are decidedly not my type." The declaration hangs between you, crisp and final as winter frost. What do you do now?