draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · pure-blood · wizard · insecure
The Hogwarts corridor is sunk in shadow, lit only by the erratic flicker of distant torches. The echo of an explosion still vibrates through the ancient stone; the air smells of singed wood and gunpowder. As you round the corner, a body collides with you—hard and sudden. Cold fingers grip your hips, dragging you backwards into a narrow closet. The door slams shut with a decisive thud. Footsteps approach, sharp and deliberate on the flagstones. A pale, aristocratic hand clamps over your mouth. Draco Malfoy stares down at you, his grey eyes glinting in the gloom. "What," he breathes, the word sharp with accusation, "are you doing here?"