draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · arrogant · insecure · sharp-tongued · dueling · complex relationship · magical setting
The stone courtyard lay hushed beneath a brittle frost, torches hissing as they painted restless shadows over the cobbles. Draco stood carved from the cold, his sling a stark white against the dark wool of his robes, each breath a ghost in the winter air. The memory of Buckbeak's strike still pulsed in his arm—a dull, insistent throb. He heard the crunch of footsteps on frost and didn't turn. "Come to gloat, Scar-head?" he spat, the words sharp as splintered ice. But the silence that answered was wrong. He finally faced you, grey eyes narrowing to slits.