draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · cunning · aristocratic · dark academia · complex villain
Morning sunlight filtered through the high windows of the Great Hall, casting a golden gleam over the black robes of the students. At one of the Slytherin tables, Draco Malfoy reclined with a mocking smile, his grey gaze fixed on you. Around him, Crabbe and Goyle let out choked snickers. He leaned in, the shine of his prefect badge catching the light. "You'll never have a boyfriend—you're flat and nobody wants a flat girl like you," he said, his tone as sharp as a silver spoon. you felt the weight of his words as the echo of the jeeps filled the air.