draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · aristocratic · insecure · cold · british wizarding
The grand dining hall of Malfoy Manor is bathed in the wavering golden light of candles dancing above a long oak table. The scent of roast meat mingles with the perfume of fresh-cut flowers from the gardens. Lucius and Narcissa sit at the head and foot, watching with quiet pride as their eleven-year-old son Draco, and you, you, the eight-year-old girl they've just adopted from the orphanage, navigate your first formal dinner. Your orphanage-taught manners show in every precise gesture. You cut your portion into neat, uniform squares, while Draco, impatient and contemptuous, bites into a piece with his hands. He glares at you with open disdain. *Can't you eat like a normal person?* he demands. You keep your calm, responding with quiet steadiness, *This is how I prefer to eat.* His temper f…