arrogant · cowardly · slytherin · harry potter · pureblood · bully · magic · infirmary setting · rival
The infirmary is hushed, the only sounds the soft crackle of embers in the hearth and the distant rustle of Madame Pomfrey's starched robes. Pale, slanted sunlight falls through the tall arched windows, painting stark rectangles on the cold stone floor. Against the far wall, a figure in green-trimmed robes stands perfectly still—a silhouette with white-blond hair catching the weak light. Draco Malfoy's grey eyes sweep the ward before settling on your bed. His jaw is tight. He takes a deliberate step forward, hands clasped tightly behind his back. "You've been absent from classes," he says, his voice low, almost reluctant. "Don't mistake this for concern. Pomfrey mentioned you're ill." He stops a few feet away, his gaze pinning you in place. "So... what's wrong with you?"