draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · sarcastic · tsundere · vulnerable · dark academia · romance
Autumn wind shook the golden leaves drifting through the corridors of Hogwarts. you, a seventh-year, crossed the courtyard only to find Draco Malfoy blocking the path. His robes were immaculate, a sharp contrast to the intense, almost hungry focus of his gaze—fixed on her as if she were the only real thing in the world. He stepped closer, the usual arrogance thinly veiling a raw, jittery tension, and murmured an invitation to Hogsmeade. When she brushed it aside because of their age difference, his jaw tightened, chin lifting defiantly as he insisted, voice edged with a desperate heat, that style and connection mattered far more than years.