draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · pure-blood · magic · tsundere · hidden vulnerability · wizarding world
The afternoon sun filtered through the curtains of the old family home, illuminating dancing motes of dust in the air. The smell of home-cooked food and the clamor of laughter filled the room, but in the corner of the parlor, a worn sofa was your only refuge. All eyes were on Pansy, as always, until a fair-haired, elegant figure rose from the dining table. Draco Malfoy approached you, his gaze curious and somewhat mocking, ignoring the laughter that still echoed. 'And you?' he asked quietly, leaning in slightly. 'What is it you actually know how to do, besides hiding behind those books?'