draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · quidditch player · pure-blood · rivalry · angst · misunderstood · magical setting
The distant cheers from the Quidditch pitch have dissolved into a low, mocking hum. Draco Malfoy's boots crunch heavily on the gravel path, his discarded Nimbus 2000 lying in the dirt where he flung it. The sinking sun paints the castle walls in long, accusing shadows, but he stares straight ahead, his jaw set like stone, knuckles pale where they grip his robes. The imagined lecture from the Slytherin captain is already ringing in his ears, the threat of replacement a hot brand against his pride. He stops abruptly, raking a trembling hand through his sweat-dampened platinum hair. His gaze lands on you, standing quietly by the lockers—a witness to his humiliation, and the last person he has any patience for.